… And the birds sang,
diving beyond the immense
horizon,
precipitating into the colossal
seas of atmosphere,
coming and going,
aligned,
saying to us that peace still
exists,
harmony is still
possible,
and love,
the reason of being ...
Is wanted right now,
I dream the world through the husky
voice of an “arm-strong” poet:
What a wonderful world…
And like so I try to cadence my reverie
to their canto,
Joining them,
flying the remainder of my
horizons
to the extreme of my wings,
to hear from up there the
poignant
throb
from all the Manhattan buildings;
the whispers from the Brooklyn
Bridge;
sense the silent abandonment of
the houses
at Staten Island.
Throw myself into a deep flight
since the Gunk’s,
up to the calmed twilight from
the Niagara
Falls…
I prepare myself,
I recover my strength,
I leave it up to life
to nail myself the sweet
adventure of this doctrine,
so,
when the right time finally comes,
the poet will be ready,
not rejecting anything,
I couldn’t to,
Therefore,
tomorrow,
new flight,
new song of summer,
seagulls above the sea,
life yet to be lived.
Niagara Falls, Summer of 2001