Today there\'s a sun of rain
that shivers over the long silence
of grays rooftops .
September holds out its hand for alms.
But summer too hurried,passes by ...
My land ,tormented identity
in so few seasons ,
and a pinch of mist ,
painting a sea ...
A few suitable shores ,
disguised as bizarre dunes,
The south wind wanders
and seems lost ...
Flemishe pastiche
under primitive style .
Carnival,far beyond Amsterdam ,
Fair where dwarfs and giants ,feast,
without listening the angry call
of the bell tower !
\'\' By Jove ! offer a mountain
to the poor sailor drunk
on evil juniper weed ! \'\'
My hearth never knows
where it ends ...
Perhaps,in this tale
here below ,
where beats my heart ?
The north wind ,seeks hair
to tease and untie ,
but in vain, there are no forests .
just a plain to complain about ...
It puts waves yearnings
and vague feelings in my soul...
Today,I was searching for the scent
of an ancient summer love .
In the humid heat of Goa beach ?
Or when a poet wrote an ode
to the white lady,roaming
in the sands of Ostia ?
captive of boundless night birds ...
when tomorrow falls asleep
to the reveries of my teddy\'s land ...