I’m proud member of a certified sinners’ brotherhood,
those who are faithful vassals of moonlit nights,
arousing torrid passions on sweet ladies, sometimes
sweet cute girls.
I can never resist to every and any world’s beauties,
like a golden rose or a field’s daisy; also, in the summers,
by the afternoon, those corns’ ears pouring by the sun
its charmer blond hairs.
I love the plains and the mountains, the creeks flowing
till the rivers and seas, the birds crowning and cresting
above us — attentive and loving sentinels –
I love the scarlet red sunset announcing the day’s end,
enchanting and bewitching the early evening.
I love to run through far horizons discovering people
that help me to feed the fire I have been carrying, and,
along the way, inspire me to write some lyric sonnets.
Published in The Lake, November 2016 issue.