NEXT TO DELALANDE (a trip to the inner Japan)

1
do these verses
that I lovingly send tickle you?
where? why?

2
the emptiness finds more
question marks
every spring

3
by the sea love clings
to the rock of theories
and i hold you

4
clouds of hypotheses
look at the thaw
that will feed them

5
I stripped of the shadows
but before so much light
I need sunglasses
6
if you visit paradise
where everything streaks take
even darker glasses

7
my dirty name
survives perfectly
pure memories

8.
how could I
reject the world
if I’m part of it?

9
the chaos of time imitates us
or are we (O civilization!)
that we imitate?

10
the instability that rocks
within the pronoun I
do not fit into a single personality

11
what I think
 will defuse
in any season

12
even this vulgar tea that you drink
is the buddha
tasting the imperfection

13
the words are cicadas
that are returning
to a past background

14
in each child
the words start
learning to walk again

15
what the arch of the mouth
shoots
can kill even more

16
in the summer heat
the quotes
almost deafen
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Autumn — thunderstorms!
now the sublime is comparable
to the guillotine

18
the wise unintentionally
mistakes accuracy
with chance

19
nostalgic of nostalgia
I lost the failures
in a new love

20
poets write write & write
knowing that their few readers
will soon die

21
the change of seasons
is complete with misunderstandings
through language

22
if the real was never real
 and if dreams are not dreams then
all is about to be invented

23
even the darkness illuminates
when there is excess
of light

24
I no longer compare
the world to anything
& go on writting

25
what are my origins for?
to speculate where I came from
being here?

26
I stopped traveling —
did the strength of things
find me?

27
it rains and I write
putting off the rest —-
yet winter is not over
28
river boats and sparkles
I fall asleep with this sight
of what arrives and part

29
if time passes
too quickly
there will be some distant past?

30
it is difficult to find solitude
to enjoy this vice
of finding verses

31
this late time
will seem monstrously young
to those who will come later

32
since we blossom
we struggle without knowing it
against what wants to bloom or grow
33
will the things I have thought of
in this nook
will be thought again?

34
if I d’ont leave this land
for its glory
shall it be for its beauty?

35
life has passed intact
through the various waves
of consciousness

36
the painter finds in painting
what others have not found before
in the world

37
how can calligraphy fix
the return of things
to break the unknown?

38
my strong desire
in your strong desire until
 both writings merge

39
if once the world
has always been sad
why now such joy?

40
even knowing that I will languish
I always carry with me
the incessant pleasure

41
a dawn and another dawn
embracing & embracing
after departings

42
yesterday I did not know
that I would follow this road
and tomorrow? where will I go?

43
why should I bitter
for what was sweet
if everything translates?

44
 the intense love of some of the ancients
translates into ours
without knowing them

45
even the memories of the last encounters
begin to be memories of memories —
where shall I keep them?

46
without the double seas
of being and not being
there is no ecstasy or moonlight