TO FABIOLA
(My Fairy Queen or Renaissance Venus?)

Fabiola, the pleasant red haired lady, who
is now my new welcome (!?) psychiatrist,
gets in behind a glass door in front of me,
while I am waiting for her in the morning
of a day which recurs only each four years.

I’ll give her a glance without looking in
her eyes to protect my emotions, as I have
brought with me a poem that she inspired
to me as soon as I met her for the first time.

With great surprise I realize that she is much
sweeter and more welcoming than what I did
remember! She immediately signifies to me
her looking forward our new meeting and
fascinating dialogue, giving to me the sensation
of my originality and relevance for her, among
the several patients she has to take care of…

Her natural elegance and capacity of listening
gives her the “à plomb” of a fairy queen, while
her ever blooming figure, and particularly her
pink-red hair framing a noble visage on a tall
and slim body, reminds me the celebrated
Botticelli’s Venus, painting that we can admire
in the Uffizi gallery of my beloved birth city.

In addition, when I’ll meet her again springtime
will be already begun with the awakening of
nature and the clearest shining skies giving
the brightest colors to the reblossoming flowers.

So, for our good luck, I end with a strongly
felt Haiku, that in its shortness I consider the
less rhetorical kind of poem:

        Blossom for ever, thou
Fabiola, the best surprise
In all my life!

Marco Maria Eller Vainicher
(29 febbraio 2008)