INDEX

• I am the rainbow of the night
• Shadows created by autumn's wind
• The sheer clifface onto the sea
• The cormorant of cala ratjada
• The infiite
• Vagabond
• "Gonna make me a home out in the wind"
• "I'll have news of you if i break into the sun"
• "The bird was mingled with the wind"

INTRODUCTION TO THE AUTHOR

I AM THE RAINBOW OF THE NIGHT

i am the rainbow of the night

born from darkness on this magical night  

  you shall ask me what my colours are

  close your eyes and you shall see them



i am the cry of a baby in the night

  the light in the eyes of two lovers seeking one another in the dark

  the sighs  the whispers  the kisses of a lover's meeting

  a firework which is born and then dies in darkness 

  by a lakeshore on a night of festivity



i am the eyes of a tiger in love that roars in the jungle

  the lights of Broadway and of Chinatown

  the eyes of a cat that mewls at the stars

  from the roof of a mountain hut

  a scythe of moon which cuts the rye in a mountain meadow

  the eyes of a fox that this night has decided not to kill

  the eyes of a hare which reassured browses on the grass in a 

tender meadow

  the burst of light of a firefly that searches for its mate among the 

bushes



i am the ghosts and the good elves that make up the dreams of the 

night

  a gnome that plays hide and seek with his shadow

  the serenade of a cricket of the hearth

  a will-r-the wisp that lights the fears of a wayfarer

  a grandfather's tales narrated in the light of burning embers

  a small but phosphorescent fish that lights the depths of the 

ocean

  a volcano that spurts into the sky his outbursts of joy

  the weeping of stars on  St. Lawrence's night

i am a little man

  but i am also the rainbow of this magical night

  a fragment of the infinite



14th August 1986

An impromptu presentation of the author during a theatrical 

evening  in the cloister of the Rosano estate (Alessandria).

SHADOWS CREATED BY AUTUMN'S WIND

a tree

is losing

its mantle



the fallen leaves

lie

yellow

at its feet



the wind

has created

its shadow

of light

THE SHEER CLIFFACE ONTO THE SEA

the white wings of seagulls

  touched by the sun

  drawn upon the sea



the white wings of seagulls

  dulled by the shade

  standing out in the sky



broom

  clinging to the rocks



heather

	stretching

		to lap

			the waves



pine-trees

spellbound 

in the sun

THE CORMORANT OF CALA RATJADA

philosophical cormorant 

          clumsy cormorant 

          perched on the reef



we have talked to each other

  amidst the silence of the sea



your fear

  of an impending danger



my fear

  of finite enchantment



your dive

  has broken off my dialogue



of you has remained

  a graceful neck

    which cleaves the waves apart



and a memory

  in my soul

THE INFINITE

immense dunes

as far as the eye can see

of sand  coral sand



the sun

at sunset

ignites them

with dreamlike colours



a little

big 

black beetle

scuttles 

along the slope



a web

of tangled footprints

follows it

out of sight



a shadow

long

magical

enormous

precedes it

and loses itself

in the sunset



perhaps

even this

is the infinite

VAGABOND

rain and wind

in the eyes



sun

in the soul



i wander the world

looking for myself



the other

smiles at me

from street corners 

"gonna make me a home
out in the wind"

                                       Bob Dylan



i'll build myself

a home in the wind



i will play

with the clouds



i will perch

on the old baobab



i'll mingle

with the sand of the desert



i'll whistle

loves songs

among the rocks



and finally tired



lying upon the waves



i'll let myself be rocked



sweetly

"i'll have news of you
if i break into the sun"

          		Paul Eluard



i'll have news of you

if i break into the sun



in the magma of volcanos

i'll gather your colours 



i'll search for you

in the unfathomable depths



in the murmuring of the wind

i'll listen to you



resting on the moon

we'll speak to each other



we'll cradle each other

in the eye of the hurricane 



because

in the world of my dreams

i met you

"the bird was mingled
with the wind "

                              Paul Eluard



i am the wind

that bends the bushes

on a mountain ridge



i am a wild gust of wind

that lets loose its ragebreaks out

on the ripe ears of wheat



i am the breeze

that caresses

blades of tender grass



i am the breath of a child

on the first tremulous flame



  i know the colours and the beats

  of all the feathers