Lost River                                                     Milan, Spring 2002

The place is in Sorano, Tuscany; Sorgenti Del Fiume Lente (where the river begins).
They call this place Fosso del Bichiere (Hole of the drinking glass meaning the water is so pure you can dip your cup in)

Shadows under the trees of spring
Mystery and spirit of the water

Look at the lost river as it is running down the mountain.
It sings as it flows between the rocks.

The spirit of the forest is still there:
the wild linx is now only a shadow clinging to the dark branch
and the beaver is only a wave more in the green of the water.

The water is dying too.
It rests for a short time…It is almost too late.

If the water died tell me what will become of us?