For my own blue-eyed Lisa

And now I can no longer like that sea
that envied you the colour of your eyes,
that jealous sea that would have liked
to be in my place, to keep you for itself.

For, everywhere I look, I see you eyes:
in patches of sky between the yellow
ginkgo biloba leaves, the last of winter;
among the fluffy clouds of early mornings;

below first hints of evenings far too early,
or over lightly-frosted sleeping grasses,
where not too high above the kestrel hovers,
having spotted tasty rewards for patience.

So I prefer to walk on beds of quiet rivers
that have never borne your tender steps,
nor should ever know of your existence.
Yet, even there, I clearly feel your presence!

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Prezioso Visitatore, che mi leggi: un breve commento, magari anche solo un saluto, scritto qui sotto, o un ‘Mi Piace’ cliccato, Ti costa solo un piccolo sforzo, però farà un GRANDE piacere a me, che lo trovo! Grazie. :O)

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