In the June Light

We were flying like blindfolded gulls,
Over the roses in the June light.
But that was a long long time ago,
During our youth
So irresponsible, so ignorant.

Paolo Driussi

On a Late May Evening

You must not be surprised

If, living under your spell,

I will call your beautiful eyes my stars,

My destiny, my everything.

On a late May evening

Your kisses will make me drunk

And if I do not die of those kisses

I will not be worthy of life.

Paolo Driussi

APRIL SEA

 

Tomorrow it will still be love,

You and me

In the early afternoon on the solitary beach

In front of this April sea.

A little shy, a little excited.

Who knows!

After one year, you so close to me,

Almost by accident.

Do you want?

Don’t say it.

I do not want to know.

Let it remain a dream,

That can reveal gradually,

Maybe in a better way

From how I imagined it.

Paolo Driussi

THIS RAIN OF MARCH

When friends are gone,

The words will be lost in your mind,

You will know they are there,

But it will be as if they could not come from your own lips.

They will be pushed into the circle of your mind,

As fast as the drops of this incessant rain of March

Wandering from side to side,

Bouncing along the glass of the windows

And darting away.

Then you’ll understand that the meaning

Will be in the pleasure of being welcomed at last

After so long a time

Into another’s world.

Paolo Driussi.

FEBRUARY SUNDAY EVENING

Occasionally

But even more at the end of a Sunday

I start to think that

if there’s a hard currency to spend,

This is the time.

Where are you? I cannot see you.

Have you already gone?

There is no age or social class,

Or profession in which

The human being doesn’t own

This currency of the time

And is not subject to the dilemma

Of how to spend it.

Or to the sad embarrassment

Of not knowing how to spend it

Or the misery of a lazy 

And indifferent squandering

As if it were a  devalued currency.

Shall we meet again? 

Reply to the message, please

Slowly the train starts 

In this sad February Sunday evening.

Paolo Driussi.

JANUARY SNOW

 

When I was alone, chilled to the bone,

I lit a cigarette

In a state of absence;

A stunning devoid without defence.

Today we left on two parallel trains

Marching in the same direction

Very slowly under the snow

This unpredictable January snow.

All of a sudden

The tracks began to diverge

To bend mine toward the right

And yours to the left.

The speed will increase

Each one will be alone

Along his own path

An immense space between us,

Incredible, white.

From tonight and forever.

Paolo Driussi

DICEMBRE

 

 

Le nuvole si muoveranno

sopra il tetto formato dagli alberi,

ora rivelando il sole

ora oscurandolo.

Ogni volta che ti troverai

davanti a un punto in cui

sembrerà che la strada finisca

scoprirai che in realtà

piegherà semplicemente

a sinistra o a destra.

Se ci fosse un temporale

dovrai respirare lentamente

e cercare riparo.

Ma se il cielo fosse sereno

così carico di stelle

da far sì che la luce

si riversi sulla terra

prosegui.

Come dentro uno specchio

la promessa

di un rifugio caldo e sereno

Una casa

dalla finestra tutta illuminata

il fumo che sbuffa dai camini

le due cagne che alzeranno gli occhi

e ti fisseranno guidandoti al tinello

dal tappeto di canapa

e dalla stufa in terracotta.

Paolo Driussi