Ladmilla's dream

Now that I have found the way of time
I will come back more often here in this house
where you have been young and happy
to see me even in incognito
with the dairy cow in the nearby stable
and you will give me a basket of splendid red apples as usual juicy
then I will leave you with the promise to come back soon
and ask you may I call you grandparents?
And you will answer me with a bright and sure smile!
So losing myself in the used alleys
I will think tomorrow I'll say who I am

The embrace

Meeting streams of life
exchange intense desires for return
piezoelectric stresses release
Like majestic rivers melting together
and at first quiet waves then rear up
tumultuously rippling in triumphant
doodles of candid foam
Listen time runs away
but not this gloomy pain
The silvery sound of the carillon
at the fourth ramp broke
and my exile was decreed forever

Dissonances

Solitudes impossible to reach
they run much more than yours
Solitudes perched on dizzying heights
like ancient castles
Solitudes that slip past you
they live in other dimensions
Solitudes of old warehouses
cluttered with broken paper
Solitudes so affable
you can't perceive them
Solitudes too serious
you can't talk to them
Solitudes so sad
that make you cry
Solitudes of the living
in the presence of the dead
Solitudes you meet daily
piled up to billions
Solitudes of skylights
under an August sun
Solitudes of solitaries
walking for country lanes
Solitudes you would like to love
but you can't 'cause they want to be alone

The man who lived in the future

His machines soared in the skies
crossed the ocean depths
did the work for men
He looked into each person's body and mind
and tried to know of death
He admired the beauty of the forms
in still nature as in livings
He dreamed of a distant future
which has become our present
Perhaps he dared to go even further
but unfathomable silences is an existence
The end caught him wide-eyed in the sky
for an impossible answer
And we will never know

The last tide

In the house in the woods where gathered the stars
the time gate is by now dammed
the last tide extinguished every spark of life
Now it is the nest for candid lonley storks in an aquatic mist
Faith friends love the country
every hope lost
I now live elsewhere in no place
with my court of remote ghosts
in your insane desire of life

Life

How mysterious this Universe is
Where does Life come from?
Are We perhaps luminous dust
born in the incandescent atomic heart
of some distant giant star?
Or maybe Gods lurking in non-human darkness
into their magical laboratories
assembled at the beginning of time
the cosmic egg and threw it into the void
to fertilize at random the worlds?
Too many questions
No answers

Ancient Cathedrals

How many lives passed
within these cold stormy walls
Saints, heroes, murderers, poor people
Everybody looking for something
Now the clamor of the centuries is over
I will await here silently
among this gathering of rustling shadows
that someone tells me about your broken lives
In the middle of that thick scrub
between erased names
faded photographs
where all ambitions end
behind corroded stone writings

Old fashioned

There was a time when the young ladies walked modestly
in their ethereal white garments and floral hats
along the fragrant gardens of those old country houses
With delicate umbrellas to protect
their white cheeks from the blinding sun
It was the time of grace and kindness
of the quiet talk in the slowly flowing time
A mythical age and a regret
Only old fashioned remembrances
like that solitary ancient table

You are

To my eyes you are a shining star
Spark of dawn in the rising sun
At the touch you feel as oriental silk
Burning skin crossing the mind
And you have of a mother the milk scent
Breasts of Love in turgid sternum
My tongue savours wave of sea
Emerald smile in a mouth of salt
Ethereal Song of Ancient Sirens
Pure nostalgic magic hope
My beloved my heart my Candid Bride

Beyond the window

Beyond the window
in this ancient house
that smelly spring
of vanilla flowers
which saw your appearance
purple in the purple
now it is back
Among the camellias and hydrangeas
you are there too
but we no longer are the same
Become frail and bloodless
this overwhelming wave of life
shakes us and leaves exhausted
now inhabitants of the penumbra