SANTORINI September 99
Crossing perpetually from the underworld
To the upper and from the upper to the down,
I didn’t know where I saw more beauty
or more fright.
The mortal body as multiplied
In billions in the stars
Distant planets
Like immortal and of a stranger.
Miraculously re-formed
Escaping in the walkman
Is the same asphyxiating
As the escape in no-doing
In the unwritten poetry
The real life
Of Odysseus
Begins again
When after having return in
And after all that was to happen
Starts again
Magically young
Again from the island of Calypso
To do those that
were not to
Happen’
In the unwritten poetry there is also
An Odysseus that
Having lived the whole of his life
In
Distant Journeys
Succeeds, when his is no young any more
To travel free.
Like a viscous sun
That any
Shape , idea or dream
Makes true
But for you to
Continue to live
Is a dream that you have to dream
The sign again
was writing
For
arrival and departure
Large with little lights
But all the stations of the train were not
The same Large
The pattern in the secret carpet
Is to finish ,in larger measure
In the same piece of one life
Neither the words that were speaking the speaker
Penetrating like deep arrows
That crossed not the sky
But the very rock
Neither the words that were like
The flame that clears the smoke
They were not
To spit the bitter wheat
They were locking the
Prisms
And they were growing the seed
For before?
For after?
Nobody knows!
Yesterday happen the impossible
After 7 years
Even momentarily only.
Lasted so little
But it was exactly as I knew
It should be
No surprise
Only the surprise that happened.
Invisible turns from 92 to 96.
Four years!
They gave totally different
Landscapes in the underworld
I mean the hidden
Different colors in lava
Different temperature
Different alchemy
Hell for sure
At least that which I chose
To cross and not that
That they hooked
In the inaccessible
adytum
The crystals of Shining stone
Still exist all of them
Scattered but verified
A matter of
unpredictable
Fusion
Where?
When ?
How ?
Even if?
All uncertain.
The new sun ready to be born!
The temples and the Gods changed again.
The beloved words that are not any more
The world dissolved greater
More human
And the threats closer and bigger
But it is more and more late for failures
People began to live with the new concepts
Of an other fate ,better for sure
They started to wear them like new cloths
Without realizing the big step they did.
Who would remember the gap the separates
The new luck from the older?
We play with the worst demons of the ancient
costume
And we do not even
understand from where they came, why they are here and what is to happen.
The murder lost as
killing but won a big victory
As an irreparable delay
or
as ashes of a Precious flame.
What was not dared to
be desired ,
Now it is a gift
And it is not only
that they do not know what to
Say , or write
but also what to feel about it.
Besides, all that were
so passionate and sure about it
Has been lost and with
them the old self too.
I keep know a careful
distance
from the hell and the
At least as far as is to
play right the role
Of the human being with the many ways.
Reading of old
notes:
I opened with uncertainty
The old manuscripts
If I should read them!
As they say it is better not to
Dig out more ancient ruins
So as to keep them better
For the coming centuries
I was looking the words
In the old sheets of paper.
Around each word,
White-frost
With iridescence
Of beautiful colors
Reading them :
Sunshine that
Evaporated them
I hardly checked
Some of them
All the other lost
For ever
The words remained
For ever
(October 01)
Now the writing is white-frost
A little later shall be a stalactite
Like a grape from coral
Or like leafs of an evergreen tree
That gathers morning-drops
Or even like actions
That are :
Them or the words
Not both.