A moon grows in my eyes
she glimmers with light
bright and keen
at times she parts the clouds
steeping into the tears of compassion
for a voyage yet to come
2026
When Rome gave birth
to ripples
upon the water
through
stone walls
layered by time
a fox exchanged
the soul of branches
for fragments of detail
Within a withered world,
beyond the sea
and beyond the spring
the face of light
drank deeply
from the blue
until shards of light
fell
along the road of darkness
I did not ask who I was
when I first landed on this land
I curled up in a corner
behind the grey weightlessness
listening to the roar of the world
I did not ask who I was
when ill-fitting armor was strapped to my body
steel nails pierced into
my transparent blood
I chose a sheet of quite air
listening to the sound of blood
I did not ask who I was
when lily and rose seeds
grew from inverted trees
blue flames and green codes
nowhere to hide
the world was melting away
leaving only eyes behind.
I put on these eyes
stood once more on the land
and asked, with doubt:
Who am I ?
we shattered logic
scattering images
across the ground —
like the seeds
of dream candles
The golden earth —
drawing in
the honeyed brew
of every border
Crawling —
the knees of language
slowly engraving
colors and forms
upon the satin
of the real
a single drop of water
falls
into
the golden darkness
Dust-light
sets sail
2026.05
His jubilant legs had gathered
the chimneys of the village.
Stepping from smoky rose clouds
toward a sea of crystal,
he reversed the brightness of night
and the fragrance of flames.
The muddy sky covered
a rose quartz larger than the sun.
Only with closed eyes
could one encounter, dwelling upon it,
the universe of mountains —
and pray within her days.
The people of our village
carve the traces of disobedience
through folding;
with light extensions,
they reveal the resolve of rebellion.
And so, every household
is a musical note.
We live encircling the snowy mountain.
Facing the blue sun,
we pluck the strings of light.
Unable to resist
the temptation of music,
the sun melted itself,
pretending still to have conceived
a single
seed of sunlight.
2026.06
An icy stone point
grows from a spear
Not sharp,
yet bearing
the weight of a hammer.
I part my heart
through snow and mist
I see it —
from my back,
passing
through my spine
2024.08
Memorial
All I devoted
was to demonstrate my youthfulness , to imprint those belonging to the twenties.
time manifesting for memorial
You were there
as a shining lily timidly holding
the intrepid loveliness
twisting my tears into a piece of sheen
You were my Venus, my Jupiter, my Mars, my Sun, my moon, my mercury, my Saturn ; and you were also my Uranus, my Neptune, my Pluto. You were my fortune, my courage, my thankfulness, my disengagement, my conscience, my awareness, my wisdom, my forgiveness, my liberation. You were the opening of a bright door and turning of the light-bridge.
Wherever you are in the time and space,
my love for you
le pétale blanc
born in the morning of the dust
and ending in the night of eternity. As you were.
2024