You’re the window sometimes

To which address

At Night, when my heart shines

And modesty is in vain.

A woman who dreams of fate

It feels like a cyclamen

And she remains eternal girl.

Or how many times likeness

In me the ebbrietudine of the saints,

But you’re always in front of me.

Like a big cup

Good Blue wine.

In you, the poet is just a whisper.

– Alda Merini –

Ph : Frank Horvat : Judy Dent

Lay your head where my heart used to be

Hold the earth above me

Lay down in the green grass

Remember when you loved me

Come closer don’t be shy

Stand beneath a rainy sky

The moon is over the rise

Think of me as a train goes by

Clear the thistles and brambles

Whistle ‘Didn’t He Ramble’

Now there’s a bubble of me

And it’s floating in thee

Stand in the shade of me

Things are now made of me

The weather vane will say…

It smells like rain today

God took the stars and he tossed ’em

Can’t tell the birds from the blossoms

You’ll never be free of me

He’ll make a tree from me

Don’t say good bye to me

Describe the sky to me

And if the sky falls, mark my words

We’ll catch mocking birds

Lay your head where my heart used to be

Hold the earth above me

Lay down in the green grass

Remember when you loved me

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=acv_a6O8doo

Tom Waits – Green Glass

In the morning stillness, when the world is just waking up and your conscious mind hasn’t fully taken over, you may feel a connection or passageway to another world, and a feeling that something is about to happen in yours. It’s like a quiet storm is coming. You can feel the distant rumble of thunder on the horizon, yet you have no idea of the deluge your life is about to experience.

– Padma Lakshmi –