I’m a proud member of a certified sinners’ brotherhood,
those who are faithful vassals of moonlit nights,
arousing torrid passions in sweet ladies, sometimes
sweet cute girls.
I can never resist every and any of the world’s beauties,
like a golden rose or a field’s daisy; also, in the summers,
in the afternoon, those corns’ ears pouring in the sun
their charming blonde hairs.
I love the plains and the mountains, the creeks flowing
to 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
who 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.