“That youth”

the starry sky is clear yet, with dark ropes and some cloth, I was walking to those familiar mountains, where the first sun was illuminating that height.

My bare steps were kissed by the ground, and heated in that little wind, which was smearing itself in my body. While, the trills of scared birds turned their back to that green sumptuous path. Above, the superb enchanted peak was gazing at me. Human, don’t worry: The first ray of sun will remain on me.

But, while it was waiting, fixed, motionless, me, frisky, I was going to it. That pale ray found its gold target in me.

Igino Stella