terça-feira, julho 03, 2007

Desert Poems

Contessa Entellina

Contessa Entellina
Golden are your fields
Blue is your perfect sky and white with Tibetan clouds

Contessa Entellina
Thistles were your only flowers
Your earth so deeply cracked that i could cross it only singing
And there i found you listening to your golden grasses

Stephan Micus

Central Sicily 1997