Thai chi

Now I am going to practice Thai chi with Prof. K.S. Walgama, a Sri Lankan Thai chi Master.
He is a great teacher. I am loving Thai chi. Getting use to slow warld even in Kandy city in Sri Lanka.

Self-portrait

I am nothing else
but a blood stain
that speaks.

(Nichita Stanescu)

The right to time

You have a kind of paradise, all yours
where no words are uttered.
Sometimes it moves from one arm
and leafs fall in front of you.
With the oval of the face one bends
towards a light coming from one side
with much yellow in it and much laziness,
with a boost for jumpers in death.
You have your own serene way
of raising cities like clouds
and of incessantly moving seconds
on the South side of the hour,
when the air becomes violet and cold
and the map of time has no edges,
and I can barely stay alive
still breathing, with long eyes, images.

(Nichita Stanescu)

Sign 12

Serena reminded me about Nichita Stanescu, and because I think Nichita is so great, and so few of his poems are translated in English, I will translate some of my favorite poems, trying to keep close to the sense and partially the rhythm.

Sign 12
She was slowly becoming word,
clusters of wind soul,
dolphin in the claws of my eyebrows,
stone raising water into circles,
star inside my knee,
sky inside my shoulder,
me inside me.

(Nichita Stanescu)

thanks to Amalia, i discovered a great poet!

Nichita Stanescu

Unwords
He held out a leaf towards me as if a fingered hand.
I held out a hand towards him as if a crenate leaf.
He reached out a limb like an arm towards me.
I reached out an arm like a limb towards him.
He bowed his trunk towards me
just like a shoulder.
I bowed my shoulder towards him
just like a knotly trunk.
I heard intensified his sap throbbing
like blood.
I heard slackened my blood rising like sap.
I walked through him.
He walked through me.
I’ve been lonely a tree ever since.
He’s been
lonely a man.

last time I saw light

fluture, yugen

Un fluturuzzo nella mia stanza,

si posa un su un tessuto colorato,

si posa sul mio libro,

saluta la rosa nel balcone, poi va,

la meraviglia di una breve visita inaspettata.

Child, yugen

This child, in a park in Lugano. He just stopped in front of me, his look in the opposite direction, watching something. Attentive, he did not move, completely absorbed. His mother was calling him to go, he seemed he did not hear. He remained completely still for one minut.
Then suddenly he moved and ran towards his mother, shouting her name.