Nature dances the autumn dance.She borrowed colors from all the seasonsand with sensual movementsprovokes the world to join the danceOctober has become a painterwith the sky as a canvasand the sun as a palette.He dips his brush in the red of the sunset,and pours over the eartha rain of magical colors.The leaves, like butterflies tired from the summer,break away from the branchesand dance in the airThe flowers still hold in their petalsthe last fragments of spring,while the wind, like an invisible violinist,gives the trees its melody.All the months look amazed.Spring is silent, summer smiles,winter waits on the threshold…The miracle has happenedOctober has painted the autumnand turned the earth into a living canvas

A LEAF FRAME.

She wants to live, if only a little,in Cinderella’s fairy taleto feel a shred of adventureand the shadow of a prince.A love like that, lost among the sensationsand the colors of a waterfallwith waters that flowlike the Gorgon’s hairShe wants to live that momenta fairy-tale love,like a stroll on the virgin beaches of the Mediterranean,in winter.The prince’s gazemust dive into her depthsand paint her a thousand dreams.A love made of sea waves,like a masterpiece paintingin the frame of a leaf.An innocent lovelike a whirlpool of impulse.

THE CITY WHERE DREAMS SHED THEIR SKIN!

Lifeput on a stolen garmentfrom the closet of a city that slept with its eyes open.Her wordswere little birds drinking waterin the river of paths,where the stones were learning to walk.Love bore a namethat no one pronounced,while the soul opened like the petals of a rosein the pocket of the wind.I borrowed that garment when I was still a child,to sew a new skin onto fairy tales,it dressed me in kisses that burned like snowand in thorns that blossomed on my back.Ever since thenI run after my shadow,until time forgets my name.The stolen clothes, I sewed with threads of light.NowI am that fairy tale walking barefootthrough the city that dreamed of me.

AUTUMN TALISMAN.

August left me a crescent moon mark,two days before it left,like a final smile of the skyupon my shoulder.It did not leave empty-handed.For a talismanit brought me chosen poems from its sea,verses that still held on their lipsthe salt of the wavesWhite, fragile seashells,and hidden inside them a fragment of silence.I will keep them under my pillow,now that autumn comes with silent stepsturning off the lights of summer, one by one.Perhaps one seashellwill whisper your name to me.The otherwill still preserve the soundof your footsteps walking awayI will pretend to sleep,so I can find you, in that place where the nightknows no distance.Now...say goodnight to me,let me hurry and dive into a dream,into a deep sea, where there is no more summer,nor autumn,nor departures.Do not wake me…only a dream knows how to keep closewhat the day takes away from us.