Bavaria 49 - the wind pushes or drags the boat? il vento spinge o risucchia la barca?

Wind keeps

devouring the night

it’s there, real and changing

and holds inside the music of the branches

 

Wind arrives

sounds explode

leafing through its body

it waves the branches

the body of wind wraps and bends

it lays the loved body down

its leaves both abstract and concrete

Sinuous falls of wind

pour into the wood

I’m dancing, are you?

It’s reverberating, dancing, whistling and singing

it’s among the trees

born like a fruit

born like a child

its laughter has the rhythm

of water on stone

sweet at first, almost monotone

then stronger, full of resonance

Something vague

smoke and similar flavours

 

Done