Eternity Roams

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eternity roams
inside me I can’t
help but travel

forever wondering
the mind and space
on earth as in dreams

seeking some order
chasing the waters
harmony to fill me

deep from the inside
to make me a lake
alas at home

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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01  on sale on Amazon. If you wish you can read the Italian version on the post previous to this one titled Armonia.

Armonia

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Sunday posts are dedicated to Italian poetry

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l’eternità vaga
dentro me non posso
che viaggiare

perlustro senza sosta
la mente e lo spazio
sulla terra e nei sogni

cerco un ordine
inseguo le acque
l’armonia che riempie

a fondo da dentro
per farmi lago

alas a casa

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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!

Questa poesia è parte della collezione bilingue California Notebooks

Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

A Hint of Poetry for the New Year

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Happy New Year, Happy New Life!

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I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry

a hue of love
compassion or
passion

I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this

threshold
while in your home
a nice skin

seeking a touch
from heaven to come

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This poem is part of the poetic collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02  

Inverno

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Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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il freddo mi àncora

alle parole del cuore

precise scalfiscono

le pause della goccia

che fugge il rubinetto

intervalli ben scanditi

il respiro teme nascosto

le verità che affiorano

tra i colpi in sincrono

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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!

Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

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Love is Reverence

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I have worn shoes
covered with trails

dust sticking loud
louder than my long

path of silence I
have asked to see

the way I could tread
barefoot as in a dream

where roads aren’t
hard where people

say without speaking
love is reverence

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The Birds Trills

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just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out

I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof

to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive

I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02 

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