When I was 16yo

A memory from when I was 16. I don’t know if it’s a poem; it’s one word after another (written in 2013).   I have time for others while I think about what to do for later. What jumps out at me, I do, driven by a spring that throws me into the water. I … Read more

Paesaggio bucolico

Appena veduti i vignaioli, ero indeciso se scattarmi la foto. Poi ho sentito una pressione interiore che mi ha spinto a preparate macchina e cavalletto. Ero ancora in tempo a scattare semplicemente la foto al paesaggio. Ma di nuovo da sole le mani si sono mosse a togliermi giubbetto e pantaloni. E ho scattato: avevo … Read more

Green pass

Tutta questa luce, tutto questo sereno, la limpidezza dell’aria fanno trionfare il verde delle querce e dei cipressi, di contro al terso azzurro del cielo. C’è un’evidenza immanente, una gloria (δόξα direbbero i testi delle liturgie pasquali), una forza invincibile e pacifica che governa tutto.

La luce accende il mondo

Il sole è appena sorto. C’è ancora un fresco venticello che accarezza le canne e i rami del pioppo. Le foglie sono dello stesso colore che avevano in autunno: qualcosa continua, si riprende un discorso interrotto. Contemplo la foto e la mente si riempie delle cose che vedo: non sono ancora pensieri, men che meno … Read more

Voglia di muoversi

Dopo le ultime piogge, una manna per la campagna, con la neve che di nuovo è caduta bassa (700m.) m’è ritornata la voglia di uscire di muovermi e vedermi e fissarmi nella natura. Ormai i primi pruni hanno perso i loro fiori bianchi e rosa, una festa per gli occhi, e anche i peschi stanno … Read more

First and last snow

Today February 15, is the patronal feast day of Brescia. Faustino and Giovita, warrior saints from the second century AD, are celebrated. During the siege of the Lombards in Brescia (VII century), they appeared on the city’s walls and defended it. A proverb says that San Faustino is the last merchant of snow. And just … Read more

Hazelnut catkins

It’s the 1st of February, and spring is suddenly here. The sun is warm, the air is fresh, and a gentle breeze. Everything is clear. The snow on the peaks is receding. I feel as if I am being reborn. And what wonder was seeing the first hazelnut catkins this morning, wandering around the Reserve! … Read more

Me and the fog

Mixing two excellent readings from my student days: Gorilla in the Mist and The Naked Ape. I am not a polar bear, nor do I dive into the Neva on New Year’s Eve. It is a knowledge to feel the moisture in the air, the cold of winter, on your skin. Despite the climate, I … Read more

The Magic of Light

What is the light that makes me transparent that illuminates everything I know that it goes through even the stone and makes it precious alabaster. Light also goes inside us; it flows along with the atoms, lighting up the photons. Light doesn’t weigh. I don’t know how much its quantum is. It scrutinizes our souls. … Read more

The old cherry tree

A few days ago, I took this photograph of myself. I just liked it. Now that Christmas and the New Year are approaching, I can see more. And I understand the ritual of the upcoming holidays. The cherry tree has lost all its leaves: it is naked like me. But after Christmas and New Year, … Read more

A red carpet made especially for me?

Nature rewards me: it’s true, it’s just a little play of mine, things that come to me. I can’t read Nature’s thoughts, that is, if she has prepared this red carpet because she was waiting for me. I am sure that Nature does not have the same categories as I do, and I am pushing … Read more

Everything’s gold

In autumn, everything is golden. The light that filters through the leaves is a joy to the eyes. The vines, after giving us the sweet bunches, now give us their colours. And these mulberry trees, now that there are no more silkworms, after giving us shade in summer, now give us this precious light; a … Read more

Autumn light

Our words carve out boundaries between one thing and another of what we see. We name this and that: the light, the leaves, the pond. We add with our adjectives something only human, but indifferent to nature: there is a “naked” man! Nature has no thoughts: it has other ways of coordinating, of not bumping … Read more

El natural – Padua 1530

In 1529-33 Angelo Beolco (aka Ruzante) published the comedy “La moschetta” in Paduan dialect. In the appendix there is an “Egloga” where the author summarizes the plot and the message of the comedy (= the importance of being natural, keeping in mind that “la natura” and “lo natural” still designate the female and male sexual … Read more

Fascinated by light

As the saying goes: nature is nurture. I feel attracted to light and I don’t know why. I know that there is something to be discovered, something that comes to me directly without the mediation & meditations of the mind. But all I have to do is look and I feel satiated, satisfied, filled with … Read more

Nudity is beyond reproach

Nudity is beyond reproach This morning I saw a young lady in a flashy dress, with a lot of make-up, high heels and the movements of someone who knows what she’s doing. All OK. I would have already forgotten about it if it weren’t for the fact that the practice of nudism makes me constantly … Read more

Osmosis of difference – 2

As animals, we are very different from plants. Yet we love the green expanses of meadows, the great forests of beech or fir; we even like the grass or moss along the paths that invite us to walk barefoot (if not bare-skin). Something attracts us to nature, and it’s something we don’t have: the peaceful … Read more

Osmosis of difference

I was struck by this scene on the way out this morning. I’ve walked past it a thousand times: the light was probably different. I was struck by the oval lit by the first sun and the black of the foliage of neighbouring plants against the light. In the past few days, I have been … Read more

Vittorio’s new clothes

I liked the framing, the arrangement of the shapes, the colours. I could never have suspected an action on the part of the oak. Later I saw the shot on the monitor, and something attracted me, something very vague. I the picture, again and again. Until I saw myself dressed by shadow: the oak had … Read more

The flavour of corn

To morning at 6:30 a.m., nature is already awake: the sun has woken her up: every single being is spoon-fed! And the day begins to turn, to grind away the time, the hours, one thing after another. The light has already dazzled me: it has only taken a few minutes. I know that there is … Read more

Acanthus 40 days later

In 40 days, the acanthus plants bloomed. Following the flowering of a plant is a spectacle that amazes and enchants. Attention is drawn to this beauty (it has been the same for thousands of years: it does not follow fashions, it does not follow canons. Yet it is a strong call, just like any sunset: … Read more

A self-made nude-pass

Seen last night on self-funded TV (https://www.byoblu.com/2021/06/04/il-mutamento-antropologico-disumano-e-gli-antidoti-per-scongiurarlo-corrispondenze/). The text sent by a viewer reads: “Freedom is also the courage to lay bare. When I paint, I feel free and naked.” It is the first time I’ve seen such a message. And it led me to this thought: before arriving at nudism, it is necessary to … Read more

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