On Sunday's they climb the mountains

it has been whispered

that there exists a mountain people

on the other side of the blue orange

and it has been told that

their climbers don't stop

when they reach

a mountaintop

instead

it has been smiled

they keep on

rising

 

& we felt like Rodrigo de Triana

on the Pinta

as the streams of clouds

that put us to high sea

ripped open

for our first glance at the next

mountaintop

land!

there is down and there is up

time for the streams to wander

and the rock ship to stop

pirate SeaSick was close

sun is allowed to peer through

the clouds of our doubts

and warms

the heights of the crow's nest

this barren stony top

were we cower and rest

eat drink and thank

for this rare hospitality

in times of upheaval

yes

we are humble guests

but

it's from here that we mount

our dragons of playfulness

and surf

wild winds of change

pictures & poetry © 2012 Daniel Graziadei

Mare e monti: Between Mühltal & Istanbul

In the meantime the dinosaur has found the wide awoken eye of the narrator and tries to hunt it down.

Finally, as we start watching, he traps it on the seaside. The mountainous beach turns red.

Side by side they weep until darkness collapses around the last real blink of sunlight.... ight... ght... t... .

Under bridges over calmed waters
between continents and seaways



we eat the fruits of the wet
and yes we are
thankful greatful
and soon also bellyful

A blessing it is to be here
A blessing it is to fly here
A great lesson it is to be

The sun agrees and sends some
beams and wind with it
illuminating the house of death
showing peace and patience



Every little thing is changing
and yes we are with it
in it
for and in
so many dimensions

ever changing ever grinning ever spinning
in this wheel of foreign fortunes

wheeling with the gulls
in between somewhere nowhere everywhere
always deciding if the sun should rise
or if the clouds in tides
should crisscross the sky

with bridges and calmed waters
underneath



& when imagination strands
in a shipwreck













without island

it is seaweed
or a fleeting sandbank
that will do
water games
write funny names
into currents
and water jets













every drop
rhythm
information
and {the possibility of} a
rainbow

...

Even the smallest
and most meaningless
matter
is light

image and part of the whole
written down

to go up

 SouthTyrol / Istanbul summer 2011