Valerio Albisetti - Il viaggio della Vita

Black spirals tremble pushed by the wind in the cave where the serpent sees below the landscape fade hanging on falling stars. §§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§ Golden stars rise up from my open balcony I see you sitting and stitching underneath the blossoming orange tree while the young man trembles before your green eyes and red lips. Dear readers with these two poems I end my vacation at the cabin in front of the sea where each evening I wrote the poem of the day for...

As the night fades the first rays of sun dance through the silvery blooming star a spider’s web to seize the last shreds of dream that still float in my eyelids half closed.

She walks in chains heart keeping rhythm which moon will welcome her pain? The lights turn off in the air rising spirals of smoke. I see coming closer a far point, only the desert remains.

Only a weak memory fading now touches my aged heart and yet the sea the beach and the stain are ever those.

Along the white road death goes trampling withered orange blossoms subdued the child cries on the bell tower the bells are silent the wind slams the door a dark shiver goes through my soul.