*
I will walk away from
the crowds and their buzz
finding an island to float serene
on way away from cravings
looks and strong odors
to my own shadow
well defined
.
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Poem from the unpublished collection Intertextures – Crossing Rivieras, 2013.
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tonight
the moon is full
emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated
from the sky the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light
an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to
find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off
before the thoughts – then the eyes
slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within
*
it is right by the side
of the road the Cathedral
In The Pines Cemetery
as if you could just roll
off the side of the road
dead and ready to lay
where there are no fences
but some more noise to
endure or is it a reminder
when the sun hides
at sunset behind red
blood colored clouds
.
*
se comprendo
che ripercorri
i miei passi
.
non posso ignorare
il respiro che esce
poco alla volta
.
trattenuto dopo
un tempo buio
separazioni
.
boschi attraversati
sulle ginocchia
per vedere meglio
.
il fondo che non
è mare limpido
cielo capovolto
.
.
Poesia tratta da Un volo oltre, 2013.
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*
I will close this page
and put it away
I will have a look
at such light
lingering
I will stand eventually
get up and displace
myself in a busy store
drunk in sounds and souls
I will pick you up
later when this
wind ceases
one more time
running uphill
.
.
From the collection “The London Hours”, 2012.
.
*
my favorite occupation
has been that of
listening to silence
to give shapes
to music singing
with my hands
on top of the colors
that lay already there
to tiptoe in-love
slowing down
my responses
to evade darkness
into the beauty held
inside as the harmony
viable all around
.
.
.
Poem from California Notebooks 01
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Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
*
non voglio
che nessuno muoia senza
un po’ di poesia
un tono
d’amore o compassione
passione
ti auguro
l’urgenza di valicare
questa
soglia
mentre sei nella tua dimora una
bella pelle
desiderando che
arrivi quel tocco dall’alto
.
.
.
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Questa poesia fa parte della nuova opera California Notebooks 02
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how often we forget
it is us revolving
around the sun
we sit contemplating
in our living room
the shadows changing
how often we forget
we are mirrors
of others attitudes
we point the finger
pick up a part to act
just impersonating
how often we forget
to simply be a simple
word being thank you
no chats about the sun
moving raising setting
telling ourselves truths
.
.
This poem is included in the bilingual collection California Notebooks 01. Click on the title for info.
*
.
we are here
softly abandoned
.
glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground
.
one of those luminous day
where every detail is out
.
for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as
.
the night upon which we
both struggled with
.
eyes wide open to
no avail in fear
.
.
,
*
I load on beauty
between silences
those of plants and
lack of rain
these shivering
when reefers come
are not gossip or loud
news they are stanzas
needing spaces
in between needing
solid whites an invisible
bench to sit on
…
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
.
Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
*
alcune poesie
vagheggiano d’essere
giardini o meglio ancora laghi
racchiusi e sicuri
ideali per meditare
perfetti per lasciarsi andare
dove persino il silenzio
è circospetto prezioso
accoglie e anche
esclude il tempo
come un palpito
trattenuto
tra le mani
.
.
.
Poesia tratta dal libro “California Notebook” in vendita da Feltrinelli, per avere la vostra copia cliccate qui
.
Sì, la domenica le poesie sono in italiano.
Tuesdays posts will be in English as usual
.
*
time leaving
traces everywhere
victims never
to be avenged
time cannot
be hold it can
be classified
never arrested
and if doing some
serious thinking
we last but the
length of a breath
time shows itself
and swiftly go
.
This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01 on sale on Amazon.
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I’ve seen rain
stepping on the sea
incessantly tapping
not able to carve
ancient holes
as on rocks
because it
was welcomed
it was welcome
.
.
This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01 on sale on Amazon.
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why not marvel
at the thin long beak
of the firecrest
.
or cry tears realizing
such songs
came from a thumb
size chest
.
he fit the mouth
of my cat
so little it was this
bundle of joy
.
covering the sky
among trees
with his wings
soft in my palm now
.
.
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Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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come goccia d’olio
trattenuta dall’acqua
mi estendo piano
impercettibilmente
–
lentamente pascolo
l’anima accudita
cresce alta
eterea
.
.
.
Sì, la domenica le poesie sono in italiano.
Tuesdays posts will be in English as usual.
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