an open window
and a shout of girls with blossom sweet basil in the hair
over
the salmonoids rummage
the depth of the rivers
the springs want to find
to lay the spawn


in the darkness of an idea
a snake left a precious stone on the roadmargin
from now on the vineyards are blessed
a corypheus with a must jug
is waiting for us at the gate

2

Badea Cartan is older and older
the way to Rome
cannot go
in the graveyard
stopped to read a book
is blowing slowly over
yellowed leaves
stuck on autumnal words


3

they are scattered in a cornflower bed
warm love poems
a laios
the oracle listening
while
the sun sparkling
touched by the steamy ringlets
forming a cross

4

this year too
for God’s sake
we are healthy and can see grapes on the table

little November
cheerful
with a bunch of cockscomb
knocks at the gate

children’s large eyes
have a taste for the delicious apple and quince cakes

golden leaves on the margins
embroidered curtains with chrysanthemums at the windows

Capsa brothers
hurry up to serve general Joffre
a little chocolate top hat

5

under the eaves
nostalgia still nestling
a long way through the desert have to fly the swallows
to the evening service
the woodpeckers call us
on a path that leads to the mountain top
the moon
strolling
has at the breast
black currants and bilberries.