being invisible
might not always be
a punishment
clemency
the gates to the land of tenderness
are silently opening
under a gentle
nightly rain
softening the dry soil
that had become impenetrably hard
by a continuous exposition
to the sun
seasons
a cloudy morning
with a fresh breeze
after the rain
reminding
that despite everything
summer is still
ahead
with more unknowns
greater uncertainties
it seems
than estimated
the crumbling
of an old structure
with consequences
only the future
can tell
panorama
horizontality
as the condition
for every transcendence
to be
oh how wonderful it is
to be
just
who we are
everyday
as red ripe orange
the sun is detaching itself
from the horizon
announcing a somehow different
day
even if
in every way
it looks like all the others
it is in the subtle layers
that transformation operate
gently continuing a process
invisible for the bare eye
yet more real than most
manners
clouds are covering the sky
and the pigeons seem to finally discover
the corn that has been placed
a few meters away from their usual feeding
the mystery of human behaviours
is revealed in nature
but most of the time we hold on to
what we wish to see
unable to embrace
what is
just in front of our eyes
sunrise
a golden sunrise
blessing
another beautiful day
another sunrise
dawning in a golden heart
that has
for too long
been grasped in cramps
out of fear
for its own
light
mornings
there are mornings indeed
where the past spins its web all over the mind
there are mornings
where dreams about the future
sparkles in an impatient heart
but there are mornings too
where the morningstar is smiling above treetops
and life seems
a blank sheet of paper
a tale
only waiting for
to be written
facing
dreams
revealing truths
one have no wish to commit to
since a different story
has been told in the mind
to keep reality
at bay
there is not a single cloud on the sky
no excuse for not seeing
what is to be seen
and taken into account
how shameful it might be
unflattering to the understanding of
who we are
liberating for the soul