Presi tra i rami
            Ondeggiano i rimorsi
            Nubi leggere.
 

                                                           Cadono i sogni
                                                           Al vento d'autunno
                                                           Rosso tramonto.
 
 

                                                                                                              Tintinna il ghiaccio
                                                                                                              In poltrona sorseggio
                                                                                                              Wisky e ricordi.
 
 

            L'aroma ed il tuo
            Sorriso mi recano
            Un nuovo giorno.
 

                                                            Nel chiuso chiostro
                                                            S'innalza un canto antico
                                                            Pace nel cuore.
 
 

                                                                                                                Sogni di cera
                                                                                                                Fatalmente al risveglio
                                                                                                                Si dileguano.
 
 

            Ciglia dischiuse
            Come nebbia leggera
            Notte si posa.
 

                                                            Dita dischiuse
                                                            Rovinoso fluire
                                                            D'anni fugaci
 

                                                                                                                L'inquietudine
                                                                                                                Si scioglie nella sera
                                                                                                                Pigra d'autunno.
 
 

            Scompiglia allegro
            Il vento d'autunno
            Vaghi pensieri.
 

                                                            Negli occhi insonni
                                                            Traluce un sogno vano
                                                            E' già ottobre.
 
 

                                                                                                                 La luna il volto
                                                                                                                 Sono quelli d'allora
                                                                                                                 Mutato il cuore.
 
 

            L'ignota strada
            Che porta al suo cuore
            Mostrami luna.
 

                                                                        Cala la sera
                                                          I monti si velano
                                                          Nebbia leggera.
 
 

                                                                                                                Il sonno grava
                                                                                                                Sulle stanche palpebre
                                                                                                                Veglia ostinata.
 
 

            Fiori caduchi
            Disperde il vento le sue
            Vane promesse.
 

                                                        In pace traccio
                                                        Piccoli versi, l'ira
                                                        E' un ricordo.