Vibrating her wings the night butterfly came into my vision field
The polar bear was giving me a feeling of ancient wild power
His eyes were watching at me seeing me as an explosion of luminous lines
the red of my fear smells as dog piss
But this scent of musk of ancient Northern woods
persuades me that the white lord of the snows
brings the green and the red-brown of another age
And the night butterfly goes away.


Vidracco, Italy 10th of July 2013
Rodolfo de Matteis