04.10.2021
May
Here's May, it's still the May of tall oatgrass and roses,here is May, it is still the May with the chirping of the crickets in the evening..
Your voice is colored by the fragrance of the elder,
it is lost in the leaves like a fairy of dew.
Here is May, it is still the May with stillness and cornflowers,
here is May, it is still the May with the evening games.
It will be May, anew the May of dandelions in snow,
it will be May, anew the May from Somdogna to Cianerza.
It will be the time of your eyes on the blue of the gentian,
it will be the time of the breeze that caresses with memories.
It will be May, anew the May among the silence of daffodils,
I will be the forest and maybe the sun, I will be the May in your heart.
...it will be May, again...