dolce far niente
summer’s heat had dried up all tears
before flowing into the ocean
meanwhile cursing God
the misogynist sadist up there
beyond the vineyards of Sigalas
autumn leaves were blown away
by the breath of a man
whose childish mind
was not ready to make up
to the truth and soul of a woman
winter’s cold is long gone
the silence and solitude
of a frosty season
with its painful revelations
to the inward looking third eye
spring has taken over now
with a sunny kiss
new prospects
life creating itself
anew, the ever-repeating cycle
la dolce vita
coccolare
speranza