lunedì 27 aprile 2015

About you, Ibex

About you, ibex


About you, I admire the balance,
I envy the silent sunsets,
I aspire for that light in your eyes,
freedom, soul's purity.

Skip my eyes on bristling crags
and I remain speechless chasing your ride
fearless, bold, elegant.

Now you watch curious the valley
regardless of my foreign presence
observing, puzzled, at a world messy and away;
you, that know, the times of the mountain.

You, that can in a leap
to flee from me,
for rugged, just sketched,
where only the fate
is able to follow you.

Don't close to me, It's my praying,
for you I'm a poison, 
run away once again. 
I feel no grief
in your prudence. 


Camòrs


Di te, stambecco.

Di te ammiro lo spiccato equilibrio,
invidio i silenziosi tramonti,
di te ambisco quella luce negli occhi,
libertà, purezza d'animo. 

Saltello con gli occhi su irti dirupi 
e ammutolisco inseguendo la tua corsa
impavida, ardita, elegante. 

Or tu osservi la valle curioso,
incurante della presenza mia estranea,
perplesso osservi un mondo caotico e lontano;
tu che conosci il tempo della montagna.  

Tu che che in un sol balzo riesci
a fuggire da me, 
per vie aspre, appena accennate,
in cui solo il destino 
è in grado di seguirti. 

Non starmi vicini, ti prego, 
per te sono veleno, 
fuggi una volta ancora.
Non provo alcun cordoglio 
nelle tua diffidenza.  

Camòrs

giovedì 23 aprile 2015

Ice dreaming .......

A dream called Canale Ovest of Monte Legnone (Lecco) Italy 

Coming out from ice, rock & snow wall during spring time



lunedì 20 aprile 2015

In the darkness

In the darkness

I saw a world
hangs in the balance on a boat.
People, men, women, children
herded like worthless goods.
Again slave ships
come out from history books
back from past up to today, 
arrogant and shameless,
once again to drift in the sea.
A sea of fear,
for those on board.
A sea of killing spree,
for those who put them 
on the waves.
A sea of indifference,
for those who consider it just a breaking news by TV.
... and what remains it's only death, despair;
and not only on the boat.
The souls of the righteous are drowned
along with the civilizations of a wrong world,
down in the deep darkness,
in the waters of the Mediterranean.
Peace to you, penitent souls,
you that first of everybody, now,
deserve a land of happiness.

Camòrs