Carlotta Castelnovi

I have always been waiting for you.
It’s my job of patience: keeping a smile, its fierce innocence, its ancient wisdom.
My flowers are the thoughts of the earth.
You, walking in the distance, lost in your thoughts.
My garden has a roof of camellias, a window of orchids, walls of violets.
It is an anemone, a flowered and fighting cloud.
I contend with shadows, I open lines, I get confused with the ways out.
Express a wish, take careful aim and bring your island as a trophy.
I display the joy of the world.
I am the one who is smiling.
A flower, a source, a propeller.
An anchor in nothing. (in the middle of nothing).