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I Notice

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I notice the silence

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not anymore the chirping
or the chatter of the wind

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I notice the hummingbird
trying stillness by furious

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flapping I stop engaging
myself I let go of my eyes

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frantic grasping of letters
on a page putting the book

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down where it was letting
my head as beheaded

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falling too

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Poem from the bilingual book California Notebook available for you also online.

L’attimo

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Sundays poems are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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noto il silenzio

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non più i cinguettii

o le chiacchiere del vento

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noto il colobrì cercare

l’immobilità sbattendo le ali

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furiosamente smetto di impegnarmi

lascio liberi i miei occhi

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cercano di aggrapparsi alle lettere

sulla pagina quando abbasso il libro

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giù dov’era prima lasciando

cadere come se tagliata

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anche la mia testa

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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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The Right Place

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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

The Sea From Afar

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what I miss
is the time moving
slowly creating a still
silence inside

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watching the clouds
surf slowly and the grass
grow tall when the rain
is done

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walking uphill
seeing the sea from
afar holding its smell
on my skin

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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.

On Clouds – California Notebooks 01

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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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A Different Point Of View

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I may indulge

in upside down

visions a different

point of

view

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giving you pictures

of reflections

shadows clouds

and waters

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all fleeting

all temporarily

true

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You can view me, reading this poem for you, here.

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Come With Me

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Come with me today to my poetry reading in the Coachella Valley in California!

It will take you only 3’09” to be with me and virtually fly there as I introduce you to my poems.

The book I’m reading from, California Notebooks 01 was written there. I wanted to give back to the desert, with this reading, the inspiration it bestowed on me.

This book is dedicated

to those souls whose flesh is too tight

to those whose dreams are real and reality seems

to be a dream

Poetry Reading Here

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Solitude Serves Me Well

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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.

Eyes Wide Open

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we are here
softly abandoned

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glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground

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one of those luminous day
where every detail is out

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for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as

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the night upon which we
both struggled with

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eyes wide open to
no avail in fear

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Time

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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

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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01  on sale on Amazon.

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Le ultime tre righe

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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.

Il tempo

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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 – California Notebooks

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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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