Under the mimosa tree
I wait for the dawns
when Winter wants to end.
Its nights,
which are lit by the cold
instead of the moon,
last all day,
its stars are snowflakes
and the breathing of the wind
pushes the darkness inside us
until the thousands and thousands of suns
of the thousands and thousands of flowers
warm the heart
heralding the Spring.

17.2.'15

I am made of earth
bleached blonde by the sun
that from its heart
radiates its rays into my veins.
The pores of my luxuriant skin
are fields
full of trees
and full of every fruit.
Oceans burrow my legs
through my arms,
colourful lakes
drive crystal-clear waters
and waterfalls
barely come to surface.
My fingers are rivers of stars
that turn my hands and my feet
into skies,
evanescent comets appear
and my eyes are full of galaxies.
My hair is foam from the sea
my lips are shells dressed with pearls
and my eyelashes
are plaited with golden silver.
From my cloud nose to my moon ears
my face is a tapestry of flowers and scents
the light of the day unfurls itself upon me
all around me
the dawn and the sunset
kiss the night.

10.11.'15

Longing for you,
river spring
draws water
to the high peaks,
while waiting for you,
the torrent impetuously
flows downhill
boiling over into the riverbed,
I tremble at the thought,
the already-wide river
rises on the plain
and slowly settles,
at last the encounter,
the mouth of the river widens
it flows into the desired sea
and like a river
I embrace you.

14.3.'15

I will come back in the Spring
when the trees are in bloom
to see you smile with them.
I'll come back to collect the sand
to make it glide through my fingers
over your long ebony hair.
I will come
to take back the sunbeam
that I left in your heart
so that we could warm ourselves
after the cold of desire.
I will come back in the Spring
when the trees are in bloom.

10.3.'15

I opened my eyes in the morning
a sunbeam
a Summer's day
a puff of wind
the chirping of a cricket
the singing of the birds
a loving caress
the smile of a child
the warmth of a friend
the colours of the flowers
the scent of a rose
the freshness of a sigh
the serenity of a sunset
an moonlit evening
a rain of stars
I closed my eyes to sleep
and I dreamed of joy.

1st.6.'15

The waves run
like restive horses
on the stormy sea
until they get ashore
and break on the rocks.
Such are our dreams
if dreams remain.
And we …
we
shaken as waves
slapped as rocks
restless as the wind
sink
like water in the sand
but like the sea
we are ready to start again
because there's no sea
without storms
because there are no men
without dreams.

12.8.'15

There is a place
where the trees
have plait-shaped
boughs
and the wind
plays the melodies of the wood
among the branches.
The flowers sing in the morning
and throughout the day
the notes float
in the meadows where the grass
forms dew-scented
waterfalls.
It is there
that the winged unicorns live.
They are horses
with silk hooves
and long manes
painted with light.
They have butterfly wings
that glow in the dark
and at night
they come to meet the humans
with childlike hearts
to bring them to a place
where nobody ever cries.

6.7.'15