Questions On Sailboats

Orizzonte – Orizzonti / Variazioni sul tema

di Angelo Rovetta

Horizons 1

between crests of trees gusts

the mighty shoulders of the hill,

dinosaur asleep

pierce

rays of dawn Pink - amazed

Opima gold at sunset: so shines a horizon

scrutinized, desired, and the event suspended mirage

ripullula a smile.

Orizzonti 2

The fields for centuries flat plates

brown, ashen, green, green mist in

blinding white milk

disappear:

above, the disk of the sun flickering

emerge fumigated

property of poplars, severe row.

Mirage increasingly clear, real

conforms to the contours of the light.

defined profiles, in a blink

sharp distance and the space reconfigured

receive the alert:

over there beyond the horizon is always

port than ever.

Body and soul breathe deep longing

fearless, serene.

Horizons 3

clear sky, sea, sky and water

down there

blend

and the horizon appears:

blue hour, the line, now pink,

hours, incandescent, approaching.

the moods of the soul so deep

intertwine:

hours of s'incendia

hope the fireworks display,

hour pitch black darkness of

s'invischia and pants.

Horizons 4

lying on the sea,

amazed at the light, there

s'indora

a shocking pink cloud,

a silent cry:

"Horizon, horizon!"

sailors Standing and sitting on the dock

eyes sharp longer worried

sweet hope every morning to calm anxieties

night.

Horizons 5

Spleen - metaphysical archer

is not a cover for days and days, but soft cushions

sounds fluffy, big-city lights, iridescent

round fog, persistent

on the Great Plains: profiles and angles

not see beyond.

Everyone, from memory, the blind and compulsive, obsessive

trace the comings and goings of all time.

The nebulous metaphysics

prevents us, we stochastic archers

to stretch the horizon, throwing

spirit, look, yearning

beyond dell'impalpabile limen:

oh! desire to confirm,

day by day, the clear hope

of the trip: "Land! Earth! "

Orizzonti 6

Oscuro sipario s’alza improvviso di nubi

furenti di vento, di borbottii imbronciate:

trapassa l’iridescente aureola di raggi

pale blue sky above and dew drops.

surprised the suspension of the vapors,

perfect rainbow arches over there

you spot where the gifts of gold horizon:

"Hope! Hope ", one might say.