By the roadside, golden spikes dance gently

Hole in time, evanescent space, lost out there

And I feel within, wrapped in arms, flowers of love

They arrive galloping, shattered on stone, marine waves

Drops from above plunge into the sea, I watch hidden

Tears of sleep, wind and full moon, I close my eyes

The sweet golden knuckles in bloom. Sardinian enchantment

Reading haikus and listening to piano music in the evening

Mountains, sea, a slow-running train, thistles in bloom

I think of trees, I speak of flowers, I write of women

On the swing, back and forth, summer sun