Looking…
I was looking into my Land…
Space and Views blew me away…
The Sea, close and far,
“my” sharp Rocks,
the gentle Forests,
the Spikes and Trenches from the War,
Sage, smells, and little Flowers,
the small Fields, the dark fertile Earth, the Caves…
I saw into the great Beauty and the Wild,
in the Blood that was given to the Ground,
in the painful Memories, and in the Sweet sweet ones,
in the traces of Wild Pigs and Deer,
in the shining blue black Bugs.
I rested in the Sun,
and in the harsh Wind…
Quiet.
Gone.
Old Songs and Sayings came back,
the crazy sound of “my” Dialect,
Connecting with “my” People,
Touching Hearts,
Feeling Hearts,
and the Mess, and the Olives, and the Wine,
and the Churches, the Cathedral, and some horrible Buildings,
and the History, and the Culture,
and “my” old and new Spots,
Sunsets and Sunsets…
Breath and Breath…
It is all me, I am all that…