25. To Yolanda Liu!

To  Yolanda  Liu,  

lost  on  the   mountains  of   

The  Montserrat   

north  of   Barcelona:
Un miraggio incantator tu sei oh Yolanda,
piccola degli Han la Fata che'.........
virtuale solo rimaner tu devi
per poter 'essere dell'eternita' d'un sogno,  
che'   solo,
soltanto come un sogno
possibil realta' rimaner puote.
 

( translation):
An enchanting mirage 

Thou are oh Yolanda, 

oh petite HAN-Fairy...  

who of the virtuality of dreams 

Thou should remain, 

as only thus, only as a dream, 

as only in a dream possible reality 

Thou can eternally be.

24. To Duena Almudegna Adznar!

 To   Duena   Almudegna  Adznar!
 Oh Almudegna, of my heart the Queen,
of thy fiery and proud gaze I dream,
that of noble, daring matadors,
flamenco dancers and guardia civil remind me,
who the heart of Spain make pound with strong and noble beat,
that like the castanets and quick-stepped beats of
flamenco-dancers and their long lament
in the still and warm nights of Andalusia
express the anguish and longings of human hearts
by love-wounded for fiery women such as Thee.
Surely Thou must be a scion of some ancient knight who the Reconquesta from the Moors possible made it be!
Were I again young and sprite to be,
I would surely gallopping be at a fast beat
on my destrier to Thee reach there in Andalusia
where the skies are bleu and the sea meet
in a perpetual embrace that separation cannot feel
and one are such as I long to be..............with Thee!
On my destrier I would take Thee up to the vales in the Pyrenees,
were springs clean waters give
and the thin  air  is   thin  and clean
to make matadors, flamenco-dancers and guardia civil
together with Thee

23. Ohh....tose Cumasche!

 Federica.

E poi, 

i Talibani sedurrebbero tutte le nostre donzellete Sudiste con i loro grandi apparati circoncisi...........

per poi emigrare tutti al Nord e a ripetere la storia 

e allora
addio...........oh tose Cumasche
dalle rugiadose membra,
ed affusolate fusoliere
ornate da tali femminil grazie che',
mente maschile dell' umana
che non-homostaticamente
essendo unita alla divin natura,
contemplar et rimirar non puote
senza di peso diminuir,
diglutendo, salivando e anche sbavando alquanto.
Hai umana sorte et fato gramo
che requiem giammai non gode
se non in mortem!

22 To Giulia!

To   Julia  Dear!

Aaaahhhh......revelation......!   

Ooooooohhhhhhh..................Giulietta   mine....................................

your    Romeo    that   so    far   but   a   mere   bud    has   been,

the   trembling   larva    contained   like  a   chrysalis   in   its  coddling, 

of   a    flower,      

uncertain    as  to   wether    sprout  or   not,

for   fear  of   a  denial   from   Thee,     

soon    a   fool   blossomed   flower   shall   indeed  become   for   Thee    my   sweet    

the   radiance  and    warmth  of   Thy    countenance 

that   from   the  sun  like  all  the  Cosmos   does,

including   I, 

sustenance   drawing,

for  all  that  we   mere  mortals

divine  love   we  dare  to call.