How to describe the stillness of these waters?
  Floating slowly,
    very slowly
     in the warm light of the early evening in May
       with an occasional splash of a fish
        sparkling its silver fins 
          above the greenish mirror surface,
            reflecting the trees images 
              growing thickly along the banks.


The first warm days of the new Spring, 
the first Spring in the 21st century,
  the first Spring in the new millenium,
    
which means
  that my whole life,
      all my experiences,
        feelings,
          emotions,
            recollections
have gone down 
  the 20th century - 
     for ever.

No, they have stayed 
  in me and with me - 
    for ever.

On a day like this
 you don't want to argue with anyone 
   in your mind,
  
you don't want to remember 
  anything nasty.

Thanks God, 
  there are no people around
    and very few in the whole park,
      so that I may forget
        about the angry movements of my mind
          for a while...


I'm thinking about my early teens
 and about England.

Will the love of my youth come back to me?
Will the delightful scent of England
  stay in my sensual memory?

The crows are croaking...

If everything should mean something
 this certainly means something.

In the meanwhile
  the river brings the adours of gardenia.

I'm writing this entirely for myself,
  without caring about the style,
   without a back thought
    of ever showing this to anyone.

I find it terrific not to have an imaginary reader
 always raising his ironical eyebrow
  or shrugging his I-don't-care-a-straw shoulder...

I find it amusing not to talk to anyone at all in my mind,
 not to share my thoughts -
  who would understand them anyway?

Maybe nobody,
 except my brother
  or my first love
   who will stay ideal
    for ever and ever,

because he has lived his life 
    with someone else...




May 1, 2001