QUESTION Earth, are you still more than a spark of the primal light a mutilated boulder lost in the universe? The golden calf unwinged the angel

  THE TREE RISES IN THE WIND For Germain Droogenbroodt The tree is nothing without the wind, nor is it sure that it exists if the wind doesn’t

THE SNOW You came in silence how snow comes, and in the morning the heart was all white and didn’t know what to say. You covered me like

  SHADED The wall of the monastery roams along reluctantly around the corner your shadow Stone by stone as if it wants to clench the impression of my

  PEACE GAMES The children in the yard played war, they played their war loud and shrill. From the window I called them: For once, play peace! I

Or Was It Nine Perhaps we had only seven nights I don’t know I didn’t count them how would I have been able to Perhaps no more than

THE STANDSTILL OF SILENCE Silently like a snowflake Christmas came At the junction of the night it met the standstill of silence Although tired of traveling breastfed the

The International Poetry Award Don Luigi Di Liegro was presented the 1st December 2017 at the monumental Capitol in Rome The jury of the International Poetry Award Don

  Joaquín Sorolla And if you come back to me one evening of sea and seagulls, I will try to kiss the traces of your eyes, and if

Presentation at the Book Fair in Antwerp of “Dewdrops”, 100 haiku of Germain Droogenbroodt, published in 5 languages, including Japanese calligraphy by Taeko Eumura  and illustrations by the famous Indian