on the campo imperatore

on the campo imperatore

here i am light,
stones,
open and wide,
near the clouds, 

penetrated by this wind,

a breeze of eternity

a filigrane net, 

i am made of  breath,

now transparent

i hold on
to things too hard,

now i let go. 

i feel joy
in this  loneliness.
other times
so full with desire,

i don't need anything.

I am.