*foto by jmarx (click for others)

A picture leaf
cries
dew of sunset
crying
by the sky.

You wet
my leaves
cause the sunset
is dew of crying
of the sky
in a picture

*foto by jmarx (click to view others)

The others
don’t touch me:

let me fall.

no memories
no sounds
no smells

i remember
only the rumble
on the asphalt
of my body

*foto by jmarx (click to view others)

Water
just an instant before
becoming, in a name, waterfall
mirrors its personal
choice to vaporize
a swirl towards the old stoned bed
which shape, even the next instant, it will follow
as it’s proper of a river flowing while becoming
dissolving only the very illusion in choice
with closed up eyes, puzzled
in the last stifled breath,
from its short vacuum,
to the next pounce.

©JmArX (Andrea Lucheroni)

English translation by Eleonora Matarrese to my italian version Untitled

*foto by me

that return was
without arrival

everything was
alone
in a memory

the sun is setting
too many times

©JmArX (Andrea Lucheroni)

foto by me

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Any
raindrop
in that sunbeam,
any

the wind only
at the sunset
stops

don’t breath

we’re just a detail
- hard to hide -

©JmArX (Andrea Lucheroni)

English translation by Eleonora Matarrese to my italian version Vivere