così verde

da non poter resistere...

( alta Buscagna, alpe Devero )

green voice

every tiny green voice

dangling, flickering, chattering...

this magic place between the branches and the grass

bosco

 in the morning / little things all around and into my eyes

a fly, sunbathing

a silent moss, and so many green

wondrous trees, wrinkled years in the bark

 

 a green breath in the lungs