If we left the deserted ways one morning
to the patient work of silence
thick cobwebs would soon climber
concentric under the archs of stone
everyone mirroring at the trembling light
a half-closed passage of this town.
But we would pass through them anyway
carrying invisible
ruins of fragilities
which couldn’t be recognized.
Originally posted in Italian on August 23, 2008 at 1:02
Mu
Two messy eyebrows
one little childhood scar.
The skyline on the sand
and four drops of green tea.
So one writes blank.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Passages
Friday, April 11, 2008
Heidelberg: am Neckar
Only you could suggest
that narrow bridge measure
which the sea overflows instead
in the horizon of inextinguishable sunsets
and rather than the frameless blue mirrors
you looked at streets benches mansards
and turned down caps
between the light stairs of the stream
- a veil the water rumpled a little -
and you didn’t try to be deep.
Between these banks of yours
between the pylons dictated by the bridge
relics and words of mine came down together.
Originally posted in Italian on February 8, 2008 at 0:50
Drawing by Katalin Szabó.
One for whom it's worth to let the lights on.
Originally posted in Italian on February 6, 2008 at 5:36
For whom the lights stay on
Then we looked at the faint
lights of the balconies as at pins
which made holes in the brick darkness
of the night as showing some gaps
of a higher pastel sky.
And going down to the street we didn’t mind
a stair darker than the others to come:
we accepted with leaf heart
the chance to be met.
Originally posted in Italian on February 5, 2008 at 14:56
