Wild rose of winter

In the mist of winter 

there can be a sunny day,

in the middle of the desert

there can be a spring,

in the middle of hell

there can be a piece of heaven,

in the middle of my life

there are you,

and now I know

that also among the mist and the froze 

of the deep nordic night

there can be

a sun shine.

Missing

The solitude

I know what is to be alone

is to be alone in the bed and dreaming of you

is to walk in the rain and missing your hand in mine

is to stay on a green field and not lie on your legs

is to see the dawn and hug the empty air

is to be here now writing a poem

is to kiss the records of your smile

is to have the tears wetting the keybord and write

write

write

is to love you hopelessly

is just this and is much more

and I'll open the eyes tomorrow

to understand just that was another dream of a night

and you are still far away from me...

Dedicated to a star

rifulge nella fredda
triste notte
una azzurra stella
tremula e sola nel cielo.
Ma quella sola stella
c'unisce,
l'azzurro dei suoi raggi
è quello degli occhi tuoi
che vi si specchiano...
E così scalda
l'anima solitaria
di questo poeta
che spera l'alba tardi
per non cancellare la stella
dal suo cielo...

Shines in the cold
sad night
a blue star
shivering and lonely
in the sky.
But that only star
unite us
'cause the blue
of its rays
is the oen of your eyes
that reflect themselves
in it...
And the lonely soul of this poet
is warmed
and he hopes that the dawn
will delay
to not delete the star
from his sky...