Nature

Nature

I do not live in myself,

I have become part of what is around me.

To me, mountains are a feeling,

The noise of cities is not torture:

I do not see anything to hate in Nature.

I want to be a link in the fleshy chain,

Among creatures, where the soul can flee,

The hills, plains,

The blue of the sky, the ocean,

The sweet flow of the river kissing its bank,

The stars, or the moon mingle,

Not in vain.

I love Earth for its earthly sake.

Sunflower

Sunflower

In the best dress

Greet the sun.

Shining yellow gold

Are your petals

In the caressing light.

With the face of the lover

Follow the path

Of your star

And in the evening

Reclining the head

Dream of colors

Painted in these eyes.

Live, sweet flower

As only you know how,

Forger the pain,

Remember the love.

Gratitude

Gratitude

While eating chicken legs, the dog and the cat

Waited for a movement of my arm,

The fall of the bone to the ground.
And I, a good master,

Without impartiality

Gave some to both.

As soon as the plate was cleaned,

The cat went away: “What you doing?” Said I...

“Eh, replies, I go outside,… you understand,

You are done”.

The dog instead jumps on my leg

Playful,

Grateful just like men,

And licks my hand like a stamp.

“Oh! Good, I said, at least you stay!”

He said:” Yes, because tomorrow

You will eat another chicken!”

Politics

Politics

There is a large variety of opinions:

my uncle is a religious democratic

since he works for church

every night he recites the rosary.

Of the three cousins John the elder

is a socialist revolutionary reactionary.
I am a monarchic, in the opposite direction

of Luigi, whom is a republican.

Before dinner we often argue

because of these blessed principles.

We yell:

One wants this, the other that…

just like in Congress.

It seems the end of the world, but as soon as

the pasta is ready

we all agree with the program.

Life

Thoughts

Life

In the Immense Arch

Outstretched

Between Earth and Sky:

Life!

Brief

As the instant

Escapes from time

Long,

Like the Wrinkle

Of the regrets,

Sublime

As the prayer

Of the faithful,

Eternal Hope

Born

From illusion.

Tree

The Will of a tree

A tree from the woods
Called the birds and made a will:
I leave the flowers to the sea
The leaves to the wind
The fruit to the sun
And all the seeds to you

Dear birds
Because you sung beautiful songs
For me in all my seasons.
I want the sticks,
When they are dry
To make fire for the poor.
But, I have to tell you:

On my trunk
There is a branch to be remembered,
For that branch simple and modest,
Was strong and generous,

Gave proof

The time it held an honest man
The day he hang himself.