Today:
The sun blazes from a virgin sky.
Over the mountain blows a hot breeze
from the Adriatic
two sprinklers lazily turn their
fan-shaped spray
from side to side,
barely covering half of our back garden.
barely covering half of our back garden.
At the bottom of the pool
you can see a dime without distortion.
The water is crystal clear and light
blue.
The red and yellow roses in the corner
bend their heads in the heat of the day.
Tired.
The red and yellow roses in the corner
bend their heads in the heat of the day.
Tired.
Kitty-Cat-Cat and Doggy-Dog-Dog stretch
in the shade
of a large, rust red umbrella.
He, slightly snoring and she, purring
with pleasure;
unadulterated.
I, in my swimming trunks, still wet
from the recent head first dive into
the pool,
lie on a comfortable deck chair
also in the shade of a wide brimmed sun
screen.
Through the half open window of my
studio
I hear Harry Belafonte sing in his
slightly raspy voice
about an „Island in the Sun.“
and I think: „Is there a more
beautiful „Island in the Sun“
than the one in which I stretch my
ancient bones ?
It would truly be paradise
if only....
Bertstravels
inspite of all the beauty is a bit on a downer.
Bertstravels
inspite of all the beauty is a bit on a downer.
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