On the flowery terrace
the warm air
pushes the scent of box trees
mixed with the fragrance of the pine
the swallows carry out heroic movements
my mind travels into the past
hot summer in Arco
the bamboo forest
impenetrable refuge of my imagination
private planet
it wasn’t easy to drive me from my hole
every season of my life
has its bamboo forest
distant voices
ghosts take me
hand in hand
step by step
in the imaginary rooms
of my bamboo forest
