When Maria
likes
when she likes
she is a blossoming cherry
uncovered by the wind.
when she likes
she is
the dirt
of July
drinking all the the sky
unfilled
unrested.
There is no other vehemence of light
on any plain
so strong.
There is no such bubbling
green
in any other spring.
.
When Maria
likes
when she likes
she is the the stream that
devastates
she is a
matchless
fury of fire.
When she likes
When she likes
she is another world
erecting heart-wrenching
peaks
she is a dream
crushing you
with her storms
she is a miracle
without a before and an after.
Ferruccio Brugnaro (Italy, 1936 -) from ‘Ritratto di Donna’, MMII, Campanotto Editore, 2002 (ISBN 88-456-0387-3)
This book has been sent to our editorial board by the author who signed it in original; this poem has been translated by Slow Words in English