Haiku 俳句, the Noise of the Truth

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At the crack of dawn

white penguins are crying for love

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Naked trees are yellowed

by neon light -

answer in silence.

(Alberto Savoi)



Alberi spogli,

ingialliti da luci al neon

rispondono in silenzio.

(Alberto Savoi)

Grape between my teeth,

during a quiet windy night,

a sense of joy.

(Alberto Savoi)




Un'acino d'uva fra i denti

in una calma notte ventosa,

sensazione gioiosa

(Alberto Savoi)

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It's a cold morning -
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in the street people wear jumpers
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and they are walking fast.
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(Alberto Savoi)




E' una fredda mattina -
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la gente sulla strada indossa maglioni

e cammina veloce.
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(Alberto Savoi)

In a placid lake

whose surface is lighted by the sun -

circles in the water.

(Alberto Savoi)

In un lago sereno

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I jump on a train -

life is going on, out of

my window... a slideshow.

(Alberto Savoi)




Salto su un treno,

e la vita continua, fuori dal

finestrino. Una diapositiva

(Alberto Savoi)

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A bunch of grapes -

future wine and adventure friend.

Now is sleeping in the sun.

(Alberto Savoi)



Un grappolo d'uva -

sarà vino e amico d'avventure.

Ora dorme al sole.

(Alberto Savoi)

Uvas al sol,

In a calm river,

a motionless fisherman

thinks about dinner.

(Alberto Savoi)




Nel calmo torrente,

un immobile pescatore

pensa alla cena.

(Alberto Savoi)

Agua serena,

Through the attic window

a ray of sunshine enters,

dusty floor is shining.

(Alberto Savoi)



Dalla finestra della soffitta

entra un raggio di pura luce,

brilla il pavimento polveroso.

(Alberto Savoi)




En la buhardilla

un rayo de sol entra,

el polvo brilla.

(Translated by Jose Luis Mejia)

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The morning dew makes

me feel alive, nature is

waking up right now.

(Alberto Savoi)




La rugiada mattutina

mi fa sentire vivo, la natura

si sta svegliando ora.

(Alberto Savoi)

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riposa nella ombra -

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Nè macchine, nè traffico

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A Old boat anchor lies

in the deeps of China Sea,

cold steel touches the water.

(Alberto Savoi)




Una vecchia ancora

giace nelle profondità del mar Cinese,

freddo acciaccio accarezza l'acqua.

(Alberto Savoi)

"There's your Karma ripe as peaches"



Desolation Angels is similar to a long haibun. Some of the fragments make it as haiku while others don't quite make it. I've included a few that seem to be close to what we'd call traditional American Haiku.











A bubble, a shadow -
woop -
The lightning flash


Thunder in the mountains -
the iron
Of my mother's love


Mist boiling from the
ridge - the mountains
Are clean


Mist before the peak
- the dream
Goes on


as cold
water in a dell
on a dusty tired trail -


Girls' footprints
in the sand
- Old mossy pile


Wooden house
raw gray -
Pink light in the window


Neons, Chinese restaurants
coming on -
Girls come by shades

Red light on the road,

surrounded by a thick mist -

lighthouse of the night.

(Alberto Savoi)





Semaforo rosso sulla strada,

circondati da una fitta nebbia -

un faro nella notte.

(Alberto Savoi)