(I)
Fallen\Sunset
A tender gust
slide on our faces
in this kind of Fall
We try to stay
while he whispers
– old stories glide through the air –
down the hill,
rustle of leaves,
and something yellow still remains.
(4th December, 2017)
(II)
Hymn to the Swift
To pure hearts
who lie down on purple fields
of conscious memory
To the brave Seagull
who was able to challenge
the deepest oblivion – and the untamable waves –
From the Abandoned Lands, through vibrant sky,
a Swift glides upon us – with no judgements –
as a gentle breeze embraces our lives
Their refuge – perhaps a beam of your light –
something inside blue cannot ever die.
(29th December, 2017; 11:13)
(III)
Cold in July
Sweetly vacant
at night
like a cup of tea
by your dirty tights.
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Le immagini:
(I) Sunset di Roberta Montemurro
(II) Another Place di Antony Gormley
(III) We can’t wait to see your back di Christine Wu
