FOR POETRY

  If you haven't lost  that tender voice that attracted my soul  in the path of lightning that flowed limpidly  with clear streams. Your voice that  I would so like to hear  it removes my pain  and helps my days it is the hope in other times dreamed of. Your voice opens a life  where we will always live a breath, a sonic flame that knows how to respond  to the tears in my eyes. So bring me closer to you that I can hear you talking  because your voice opens a life  where you and I will forever live.

Our home,  it's on the road  like a folk musician  wearing old shoes . When we are together,  in an apartment in a city,  or in a house at the countryside,  under  a tree in a garden,  or on a ship without sails,  these are all  places  where we live,  places we call our  home. Whether a young boy,  or a little girl,  a touring musician,  a carrier pigeon flying  from beach to beach,  accompanying an amazed reader.

  It was the end of summer, in a seaside resort on the atlantic coast, it must have been a holiday romance. He was very elegant, down to his fingertips and she wore a red scarf, a white shirt and cream colored pants. He was on the terrace of a small café with a friend. She pretended to stop for postcards and feigned hesitation to lightly brush past him several times. A few polite and courteous stammers were followed by long missives full of promises, kept and fulfilled. After her studies, she joined him in his country. Then they returned to her province. They were both enjoying relationship and they still often talk about that summer first meeting. And yet, when he got out of his car and came towards her, I'll let you guess the rest. They were young and they fell in love at first sight! Pure happiness. As it was very cold, they went for tea. They got on quite well, they went out together several times and fell madly in love. I asked if she was surprised by him, she replied: "O...

I escape towards this traced horizon contemplating this enlightened  countryside in front of me I walk in complete freedom  in this space with generosity forgetting behind me the daily worries. Alone with this the light  I breathe the fragrant air I think of this peaceful moment alone out of  pity ode to nature constantly renewed after spring nature reborn with beauty. The breeze carries me like blown leaves  searching for joy in festivity among birds whistling with mirth on ancient trees with slender branches. The sky is dotted with clouds  dressed in their Sunday best the wind caresses my hair it is pleasant to look  at fields with colorful wildflowers. It's time to return after this hike leaving behind the cherished moments I will come back every sunny Sunday in this enriching place to dream of.