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a petal can lead
to an expanse of flowers
of poetry and lightness
surprisingly colored
to an internal suburban world
projecting me with telescopic
vision toward the earth I who
believes to be above it
within not yet under
I who believe and know no more
I who believes evermore that
I’m and nothing else matters
who loves to live an atom
at a time my own explosion
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This poem appears in the first volume of the California Notebooks.
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annamosca 
Anna – your poetry is beautiful, and I meant to tell you that I enjoyed the video of you reading your work – you have just the voice for bringing your words to life.
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V.J. you are so nice, thank your for your comment! Happy you liked the reading video as well. Just in case you are interested to hear me read this poems (but in Italian) there a nice video here, pictures are mine too 🙂 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQpIKxs6CJs
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Wow – that is amazing. Thanks for sharing
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Beautiful piece of work, Anna !
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Grateful for your comment Hafsa 🙂
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