Bubbles

The mayfly (or ephemera) (tanka)

i am the mayfly
i appear, i disappear
my tracks are perfume
my wings blend with light breezes
the universe is my yard

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Naked

jogging in the woods and meadows

running until gasping for breath

singing songs at the top of voice

witnessing birds' awakening

in the mirror of a river
playing with the drops of water

climbing to the top of the trees
letting me sway from branch to branch

keeping attentive to beings
with kindness and benevolence

giving life to all my daydreams

dying in a forgotten place

gliding like a bird, so lightly,

living on air and fresh water
and on fruits picked from the bush

talking with animals, grasses,
flowers and trees, rocks, brooks and hills

seeing the sun rising from sea,
then blinking its very last flame

just sleeping out in the open

awakening happy to live

on summer nights, sprawled in the grass,
mating with the stars in the sky

welcoming all the wild wild girls
who plunge their eyes into my soul
and laugh and jump and wind round me

and getting lighter and lighter!

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Venus

The Birth of Venus
William Bouguereau
(1879)

The Birth of Venus
Sandro Botticelli
(1485)

as soon as I begin to write
i'm getting frozen, infected
by seriousness, lethal poison.

why does this corset oppress me
does it protect me from madness
or else from dissolution?

i have not forgotten, Venus
voluptuous and passionate
that you've brought me into the world.

devote my body to pleasure
my soul will follow it, for sure
indecently, shamelessly.

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