NIGHT IN JULY

The big shape of the moon is in the middle of the sky,
There are no stars.
She stands alone blinking at me, who am staring at her from my balcony.
She’s shining deeply inside reminding me last night where people from different countries met to sing together.
It was a strange night.
An Italian chorus, met a Brazilian one, which was leading a group of young Portuguese singers…, and some African musicians…
They met just for one night to sing together…
And after a few moments the magic came, everybody was guided from the rhythm of the African drums and there were no more differences, not even in the music.
The “AMEN” which raised from the voices the drums, the chords, was a great chant
An invocation which moved from the deep of the earth, going straight to heaven.
Every tree, every person, every hand, every hair, every soul was just part of that gorgeous sound which had no words but just the roar of the life coming from the center of the earth and rushing towards the deep middle of the heaven…
An the moon was there.
She took the roar. She made it flow inside and touch every little part of her.
And moon is there now, with her smile.
And now she’s spreading the roar around in billions of little drops of hope, dreams, wispers, stories, fairies, LIFE.
I’m looking at her, and she’s still blinking at me. As usual.
And one crystal, rainbow, perfumed drop comes from the moon and enter my soul.
For another night, another day of dance and life..