I went
on tiptoe
in a corner of paradise
old convent
now patrician residence
I had lunch
in the room
of invisible plates
while outside
on Lugano
a shower
made everything go to sleep
from a quiet place to think
the smell of wood and resins
introduced me
in the centuries-old park
under the majesty
of the vulnerable cypresses
emerald green
the landlord
man of another era
proudly showed me
his two sons
precious treasure
protected with great love
and while the time was passing by
the lake at the horizon
with the landscape
marked by the changing of season
slowly enclosed
its secret shrine.
