Lovely poem from ISCEV Delegate Giovanni Sato

You must follow the Birds:
they have a name but nobody knows
who has give and when.

The Birds are high
in the tip of a Build
and their wings are large

and open towards the Town:
they seem in the moment
to stand out the flight.

Near them the Sea
flows with a very slow wave
and the seagulls over turn,

turn and again return
without a thinking
but searching food.

At us the flights
seem a poetic soar
with the Sun that down

and the distant shape
of the Ocean line.

Giovanni Sato