Empty mind

Pic by JB, 2018


Empty mind with no thoughts
doesn’t know what I am
lost in silly streams made
by mist, details and fog

Snow came, snow soon has gone
so the ground is back brown
mix of mud and fresh hopes
of sense and better days

A life’s breath splits the clouds
that invade all the things’
and thoughts’ space

In the winter’s cold March
can grow up

Italian version
March, 4th 2018


I need silence

JB, 2013


I need silence
and cold.

I need time
to sink watches
I need time
to stop time
I seek thoughts
to kill thoughts.

I find
only empty bad thoughts
I find evil
the evil I am.

I was selfish and cruel
I need silence and cold
to freeze fantasies
So the emotions
can turn themselves to ice.

I need glasses
to see better me
I need ice glasses to
freeze my heart
to survive
Bye for now
bye dear friend


January, 30th 2018

Avatar’s dew

I found this photo here


Ok: that so dear friend told me something about another meaning of the word “dew” in Japanese language.
I wrote this stuff for that friend …


You were smile of the dew
upon green winter grass
You were light happy rain
in my spring among nights

You were dream in my life
that runs fast toward death.
That’s my sin: to be there
empty mask withouth flesh


February, 1st 2018


First rain

pic found here


First rain comes in the new coming year
that has come by now and that now passes
on the lake, on the woods and the mountains
and on me, on my alarmed look

Just now a frozen breeze brings me back
languors of all my time and the snow
covers the alps of far and distant worlds
where each summer and beauty hurt me

Give me strength to go further me while
the cold tightens my mind and her thoughts
to go where You want me, where You wait
me and my heavy spirit of ice

Bring me away from the winter sad time
of my relentless, slow and bad nights
me, that look at my old withered glares
in the clouds that flow and so fast go

January, 3rd 2018


Italian version





My smoke

Photo by JB 2017


I need pain in my life
to see well what I am
I need night in my light
to see You further me

In the garden of sun
trees and shrubs enjoy light.
Where their roots look for peace
there’s an ancient cave dark

Under ground, I go there
to see me in the smoke
to feel all that my smoke
and to be as the smoke

Like that cave is my life
many days in my years
when I swear any light
and become only smoke


January, 13th 2018



pic by JB: my 2017 Crib


Purple tears are the leaves
after the autumn’s gold in the wood.
I look at the frost coming down to
the world, that quickly runs to the solstice


The leaves drip to the ground like my days
in the gardens now soaked with winter.
I pray that Something want now return
in the Advent, when life can reborn


My crib is still awaiting a Child,
strange king who gives Himself to the people.
I’m the one who sleeps showing her back
the one You come to save



December 2017


Italian version


Here, the Hell

Here we are, as a part of a gear
that is pain made by pain
girls and women we were and now fear

     Winter days give us shivers
     in this wasteland which quivers
     in this ourselves made hell
     where no one can breathe well

Frozen chains bound the hearts and cold rain
like old blood wets the buds
of black plants on the ground to a drain

     Winter ways and the figures
     of this wasteland which quivers
     lead us to this foul hell
     where I hear that death knell

Life to death again: that is the flood.
Sisters moan among whispers
that strike our ears as can do a stud

     Winter boys give us shivers
     in this wasteland which quivers
     in this themselves made hell
     where they grow rude and swell

Now the life changed and it's a whipper:
red wounds filled my skin and my soul
and my tears grow so much… as a river

September, 16th 2017

Italian version