The nest I've prepared for me

My native place 
Far away:
The buds on the trees.

Haiku by Santoka

The door of the henhouse after the chickens broke out

Delicate issue

Your house is close to mine

I live in a midget village. Only 11 houses plus, of course, the castle of the dentist on the red hill.

My dwelling is the one with the red shingles, the chimney and the big blue window.

Your house is the one with the walls made out of white wool and golden thread. It has a pointed azure roof, shaped 

and built with a very long ruler by a meticulous architect.

I don't like very much that sharped roof, but what it matters is only that your house is close to mine. 

 

ps: By the way, if you care to know it, the house with the leafy chimney is the one of the herbalist.

Lemons, the gold trumpets of solarity

Lemon tree

"... Ma l'illusione manca e ci riporta il tempo
nelle città rurnorose dove l'azzurro si mostra
soltanto a pezzi, in alto, tra le cimase.
La pioggia stanca la terra, di poi; s'affolta
il tedio dell'inverno sulle case,
la luce si fa avara - amara l'anima.
Quando un giorno da un malchiuso portone
tra gli alberi di una corte
ci si mostrano i gialli dei limoni;
e il gelo dei cuore si sfa,
e in petto ci scrosciano
le loro canzoni
le trombe d'oro della solarità."

— Eugenio Montale (I limoni)

Translation:
"...But the dream fails and time returns
us to the raucous towns where the sky
shows only in broken pieces pinched high
between the cornices of buildings.
Now rain tires the earth, winter dullness
heaps upon the houses,
the daylight grows grudging, the soul is grim.
When one day through a gate left open
there appears among the trees in a courtyard
the yellow light of lemons;
and the icy heart melts
as in the breast roar
their songs,
the gold trumpets of solarity."

Horses mantra

"...And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game..."

— Joni Mitchell (Circle Game)

Temple of the plenary kindness

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