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I notice the silence
.
not anymore the chirping
or the chatter of the wind
.
I notice the hummingbird
trying stillness by furious
.
flapping I stop engaging
myself I let go of my eyes
.
frantic grasping of letters
on a page putting the book
.
down where it was letting
my head as beheaded
.
falling too
.
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Poem from the bilingual book California Notebook available for you also online.
Sundays poems are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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noto il silenzio
.
non più i cinguettii
o le chiacchiere del vento
.
noto il colobrì cercare
l’immobilità sbattendo le ali
.
furiosamente smetto di impegnarmi
lascio liberi i miei occhi
.
cercano di aggrapparsi alle lettere
sulla pagina quando abbasso il libro
.
giù dov’era prima lasciando
cadere come se tagliata
.
anche la mia testa
.
Poesia tratta dal libro bilingue “California Notebooks” in vendita da Feltrinelli per avere la vostra copia cliccate qui
Yes, on Tuesday poems will always be in English.
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you just know
when you are in
the right place
your soul stretches
out and flies you follow
it somehow with words
and without
This poem is at page 51 of the bilingual poetry book California Notebooks 02
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what I miss
is the time moving
slowly creating a still
silence inside
.
watching the clouds
surf slowly and the grass
grow tall when the rain
is done
.
walking uphill
seeing the sea from
afar holding its smell
on my skin
.
my time immersed
in beauty my time
my days my habits
I hold nothing
.
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This poem is from the collection California Notebooks 01 available on Amazon if you are interested in purchasing your own copy for your own library shelves.
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I’m not knowledgeable
on climatic changes
the way the winds go
on high or low pressure
I didn’t keep my head on books
but clouds those I know
teaching us
how to be in life
the best ones being
those moving fast
giving no resistance
to life happenings
they follow whatever
wind coming their way
you see them glorying
and soon happily gone
busy dancing
life out
no time to pout – others
grow dark and sit dense
giving headaches
to some of us
they build resistance
to any life changes
no escape
the heaviness
they create
will break on us all
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Poem from the first volume of the book California Notebooks. If you wish to gift yourself, or someone else, for the holidays with a discounted copy click here.
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I may indulge
in upside down
visions a different
point of
view
.
giving you pictures
of reflections
shadows clouds
and waters
.
all fleeting
all temporarily
true
.
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to those whose dreams are real and reality seems
to be a dream
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having infinity
taking over me
that is my practice
in the desert
to rehearse boundless
to have a sip of
eternity once
in a while
.
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before is the bird’s
song and the occasional
car passing by
then the refrigerator
freezing while shaking
the hot water boiler
or an airplane
far away the mailman
comes dropping
volumes of papers
we need to lift glance
at a minute then dispose
that’s how days roll
away how solitude
serves me well
.
.
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This poem is from the California Notebook collection, available in paper book and digital format.
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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
.
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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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Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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mi adorna
un sorriso inaspettato
io che attendo poco e vivo
d’ora che esploro sorvolando
non trattengo nulla lascio
che il movimento accada e non ho
indirizzi punte di spilli o di matite
mi trovo felice tra le ultime tre righe
.
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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Poesia tratta dai “California Notebooks” in vendita da Feltrinelli.
This poems can be read in its English version here.
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
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the volume of the sky
above me and the land
stretching from my feet
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Sunday posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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il tempo lascia
tracce ovunque
le vittime non sono
mai vendicate
il tempo non si può
trattenere può essere
classificato mai
arrestato
e a pensarci
seriamente
non duriamo ma
il tempo di un respiro
il tempo si mostra
e fugge veloce
.
.
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Poesia tratta da “California Notebooks” in vendita da Feltrinelli.
.
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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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