California Notebooks 2014 EN/IT featuring on IPM today (audio version too)

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I had the feeling
I had been lost at sea
just for a few weeks

if weeks count as
years having no sweet
food or drink just

overcoming the waves
withstand the wind patience
unfolded under the sun

one morning – passing by
a mirror – not able to
recognize myself

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(The audio versions can be found, at the end of the poem, here on the IPM page http://wp.me/phPCu-MX)

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ho avuto la sensazione
d’esser stata naufraga persa
nel mare qualche settimana

se le settimane contano
come anni senza cibo
o acqua dolce solo

le onde da superare
sopportando il vento la pazienza
spiegata sotto il sole

una mattina – passando
davanti a uno specchio –
incapace di riconoscermi

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9 responses »

    • I hear what you say! LOL I’m laughing cause when we are younger we never think we are going to look like one of our relatives and then, boom, all of a sudden we are wearing their face… interesting point you brought up, thank you for your comment

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  1. A lilt and a slap, as of waves and salt water in the eye. I was listening to “Bright red” by Laurie Anderson last night. Your words have the same sweet poison, I think. Me, I never trust mirrors: there is always a stranger looking back at me.

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