un fiore rosso

Solo il rapido muoversi di piccoli esseri tra le foglie,
nel procedere silenzioso verso la cima,
un fiore rosso sul nostro cammino.

Fiori di ciliegio

Cadono i fiori di ciliegio
sugli specchi d'acqua della risaia:
stelle, al chiarore di una notte senza luna.

way back to perfection

This is the story about a man that was looking for perfection.
He loved shapes, perfect shapes. He loved the way colours came together in shapes and how shapes of different colours paralleled themselves in perfect synchronies. He loved sounds and loved the way sounds came together in perfect strings of notes. He loved, most of all, the aspiration towards perfection of imperfect beings such as himself.
He loved birds as he thought that birds are perfect creatures. Spotless body, spotless cover of feathers for the body. Most of all birds were living perfect creatures, a proof that nature could create perfect creatures without killing them in motionless colour-shape continuums.
Children were also perfect beings into his eyes. Thus children raised the first big existential question into the man that was looking for perfection. Can perfection grow into imperfection? His logic identified, out of this question, the truth that perfection was rather a way back than a way forward. However, his logic could not answer the question that naturally arose: what is the way back to perfection?

Tramonto all'Avana

E' un impero
quella luce che muore
o una lucciola?

(Borges)

..window to the world

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself.

From within, I couldn't decide what to do.

Unable to see, I heard my name being called.

Then I walked outside.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.

Don't go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.

Don't go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill

where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.

Don't go back to sleep.

(Rumi)

Rumi, love, lovers

In love...nothing is eternal, but drinking your wine.
There is no reason for bringing my life to you,
other than losing it. I said, I just want to know you,
and then disappear. She said, knowing me does not mean dying.
(Rumi)