THE SUN KISSES THE EARTH
The sun kisses the earth.
Its every ray
penetrates to the essence.
The hidden roots
awaken
to new life.
This is the way
we continuously are born
and die
and go beyond.
THE SPRINGTIME SHOWER
The Springtime shower
falls warm and silent
fermenting
the pungent smells
of drenched soil
and blossoms
brimming with rainwater
as they bloom.
Three black slugs
cross my path.
I leap
and greet the rainbow.
The magic takes effect.
Summer is now within reach.
IN THE INTIMACY OF THE FOREST
In the intimacy of the forest
the pale oval
of a woman’s face
gently rests on a man’s forehead.
Beneath the reflected colours
of the forest in Summer,
flooded with light, flowing lymph
and inebriating perfume,
they are united.
In the midst of the greenness
they search for blue;
while minute shadows
inevitably mark
the passing of time.
LANDSCAPE SEEN FROM ABOVE
Dreaming of flight
over deep, endless waters.
Sea water
and river water
of blue-green
beneath my hawk’s eye
meet and become one.
From this viewpoint
the mainland
frames
the eternal flow
in which
the doors of the sky,
pink-hued,
are mirrored.
AWAITING THE SUNRISE
Awaiting the sunrise
the morning light
rises from the sea
and paints the sky rose.
The sun takes command
from the tired moon
while the grass,
still wet,
awakes and reaches
to meet the day.
MUSIC
Music
music from a flute
melancholy and sweet
rises and falls
between white curtains
and climbing rose bushes,
becoming one with the night.
The filtered light
of a midsummer night
is reflected by white stones.
Below, water flows on;
above, the sky is filled with stars.
BY CÉZANNE
Crystalline air
surrounds stylized trees
that reach toward the sky.
Cézanne has already been here
in this place in Provence
composed of blue and green
red, yellow and more.
He left many traces here.
Such as his famous group of women.
Women bathers
blondes, red-heads and brunettes
all joyfully suspended
caught up in the dance
half-way between the depths of the sea
and the searing light
of a fiery sun.
And his apples –
those apples,
small and insignificant
but so powerful in the midst of bottles,
laid on bed linen,
rough and heavy.
His apples
are the essence of art.
TO REVEAL ONE’S SOUL
To reveal one’s soul
to delicately
remove the veils
that routine
has made us assume
to be imperative
to our daily
survival.
To remove
those protecting veils
and finally feel alive.
THE SEA
The sea breeze
caresses us both
as we move among the breakers;
it plays on our bodies
as if they were Aeolian harps,
red and dry, exposed
to the beating sun
of the Mediterranean.
Below, our bare feet
sense the undertow:
the marine current
would have us elsewhere.
Your gaze
strains to dominate
the lurching waves.
Shall you succeed?
Sometimes
but sometimes not!
Surrounded by such fury
my hand
reaches out for yours;
they meet
in the midst of the supernatural force
of the sea’s demonic thrall.
LOVERS
Lovers tell each other
so many tender things.
They search them out
in their hearts.
They clean and polish their words
as if they were diamonds.
They observe them under the light
to check their purity
and they exchange them
like precious gifts.
The utterings of love warm us;
even those who normally suffer from chills
in such moments
remove their jackets.
So much sincerity is exchanged,
and emotions are translated into words;
bodies draw nearer;
eyes seek each other out,
and voices tremble
out of joy
and out of pain.
The instant is sublime.
The surrounding space vibrates
in its absolute fullness.
MY LOVE
A smile,
this is my love.
A smile that warms me.
Those eyes,
this is my love.
Those eyes
set on me
in search of me
coming toward me.
A heartfelt embrace
in an otherwise grey day.
For a while
we are together.
AN OLD SAYING
According to an old saying,
flowers bloom
on dead branches.
In the same way
the flower of our love
budded in Autumn,
surrounded by red leaves
and the rain
greeted us
though no longer in our youth,
and the bud blossomed
in the heart of Winter
and grew and grew
until it was robust
in the Springtime air.
The coming Summer
will be rich
with fruits and berries.