sunrise streaks yellow
breeze from the sea to the mountains
the first drops of autumn
Moments
I slipped
I slipped in the shower
thinking of you
I tripped on the staircase
thinking of you
I think I can now quite unsafely say
I’ve fallen for you
in the shadow
in the shadow gold
cheekbones, hair and eyes
I breathe slow, breathless
the sunrise
the sunset is its promise;
the sunrise is its coming true
balance
I tried to walk the
line but tipped
over, hard.
Yes, I love you.
There I’ve said
it and now I
can’t
regain my
balance.
l’alba è bella
l’alba è bella
gli alberi sono belli
il mare è bello
le onde sono belle
tu? tu?
non ci sono parole
the dawn is beautiful
the dawn is beautiful
the trees are beautiful
the sea is beautiful
the waves are beautiful
you? you?
there are no words
(my translation)
skin sun hot
skin sun hot, salt streaked
roof terrace shower ice shock
light slants; we make our own rainbows
September sounds Salento
a single cricket
playing a lonely solo
curses from the bocce park
jet fighters above
sky cloud sand sea
sky cloud sand sea
I am dreaming you are next to me
sky cloud rock sea
I am dreaming; you are next to me
mask stretched up
mask stretched up to cover his eyes
he is out of this world
and others
seeing and hearing and dreaming no evil
simonsalento 