Il sole del pomeriggio

Sotto il sole del pomeriggio,
Dietro le imposte marrone,
Dormano le case tranquille
Soltanto le lucertole,
Verde come gemme byzantine,
Rimangono al sole.

Assisi – 1993

Titicaca, between Peru and Bolivia

In the lake of floating islands,
Beyond the haze of disbelief,
Lie the Island of the Sun
And the Island of the Moon.

The Sun God rocked our reed boat
On the breast of the sacred lake.
In the great stillness,
Between sky and water,
We closed our eyes and journey inwards.
Here, truly, was Arcadia

1999