Vuoto - singhiozzi
in una plumbea notte
di luna piena.


Pelle bruciata -
ferite rattoppano
il mio dolore.

Papier d'ivoire à
côté d'un stylo - entre
nous, correspondances.

Distese in fiore,
trilli trasvolan cieli
tessendo tele.

New Beginning - Tanka

Thorns out of my heart
I take deep breaths of crisp air,
chest tightness loosens.
Wading through soul's next season,
get ready for a new start.