Haiku 080809 
watered the garden.
Here the flowers!
The gold of the day.
[is a time when I feel a real hunger for life, as if I had not much time. naturally assume that it does not, nothing makes me believe, but for years I felt that this greedy joy ..... every moment is precious and I could make indigestion]
Byakkotai 
bow while I mock the raven wings of an eagle and
seem to fear the sun.
are over the heroes?
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while i am bowing
Mocks me
the raven and the eagle wings are
Tamed by the sun.
no more heroes? to Byakko-Tai
forever!
my colors to a song 
my colors.
Can you guess who?
they sprout on my heart
shadows cast by clouds as fast as small tigers
scorrazzanti
to play under a heavy brocade,
as many leaves that shade the banks
water ditches,
as backdrops
white shell
or deep
as the treasure of pebbles that
every child hides in bright tin boxes, like great birds
imprisoned
like insect shells, fish
as stubborn.
dear colors, although I do not m'appartenete
out or, perhaps .... on the contrary do not know when finished
in me, in your inconsistency
shines over the world.
that matters to me, then, to die?
it with your vacuum
fill my grave.
August 4, 2009
