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deserted beach: the tumbleweed stirred by the wind

early summer: on the windowsill swallow eggshells

private property: behind the barbed wire fence fireflies

crossroad: the wind carries the sand in all four directions

insomnia the moon swings by a vine tendril

after the thaw: only the swallow’s nest remains the same

foggy steams: now and then a tumbleweed stirs

turning tide: beyond the coast moon’s eyebrow

wild grapes on withered vines- lost scissor

rising moon: impassively stirs the withered thistle

deserted beach: the tumbleweed stirred by the wind

after the earthquake: grandma’s orchid among the ruins

burning thoughts over a waveless sea: glowwarms

quiet office: the coffee smells like summer holiday

Friday afternoon- even the sun is slowing its way towards the sunset

yellow leaves and sharp scream of the seagull: summer moved on...

notte sulla spiaggia: raggi di luna cattivi in zanzariera

night on the beach: rays of the moon caught in the mosquitos netting

volare in cerchio: la terra turna verso un’altra alba

flying in circles: the earth’s turn towards another sunrise

vecchia cantina: il peso del vino nuovo

old cellar: the weight of the newly wine

l’ultimo pescatore: la rete e inestricabile come la sua vita

last fisherman: the inextricable trawl as his life

pioggia d’estate: le tracce di gabbiani filigrana nella sabbia

summer rain: footmarks of seagulls sand filigree

campeggio in riva al mare – sul fuoco stinto (la) falce della luna

camping at the seaside- above the extincted fire the crescent moon

vendemmia: le uve sono il colore dei suoi occhi

vintage time: the grapes have the color of her eyes

vendemmia: suo braccio e il hub simile

vintage time: his arm and the vine resembling

fine della giornata: sulla faccia del minatore polvere di stelle in filigrana

the end of the day: on the miner’s face star dust in filigree

acque infinite: la vecchia amnesica guardando il tramonto

endless waters: an amnesic old woman watching the sunset

cloudy morning: the untold story of my half seashell

the end of winter: flying and fighting over a nut- three crows

2nd of January- the chillness of morning newspaper

frosty morning: even the crow's call breakes into pieces

winter morning: warming my hands in fuzzy red gloves

liquid fog creamy coffee- fractured morning

mijloc de ianuarie- umbrele noptii se risipesc odata cu ciorile

early morning: cranes dancing on fresh snow