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to know the weight
of my heart through
my eyes you can see
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how it makes my life
difficult the flight over
troubled landscapes
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I’ve that anchor inside
that sinks me like a spade
deep into the human
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Oct8
Tag Archives: mindfulness
Sep25
A Tip
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learn not to judge
just look at things
let them sink in as
images in a mirror
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Sep22
Discorsi
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quanto stancano
i discorsi inutili
spesi per conoscersi
coscienze ubriache
addormentate
anche in sogno
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Sep17
Awakening
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awakening to
having no
choice that
to have a job
that holds me
between the earth
and the sky
Sep10
Summer Poems – Giving
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dry leaves scattered
on the summer tall grass
unable to move
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dead to
themselves ready
to mulch
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withal giving
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Aug25
Inedita – Bellezza
Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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manco
nel narrare la bellezza
un attributo divino
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le parole allineate come perle
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pronte per essere collana
e io che non trovo
il filo
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If you wish to read the English Version click here.
Sì, la domeninca le poesie saranno in italiano!
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Aug20
Summer Poems – We Stall
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we stall through August
aside the rare days
when the sky thundered
the wind hissed and shout
and we run up and down
closing windows pulling
shades and lifting chairs
the following steps
were those of picking up
the tender plants uprooted
from the garden the scattered
tomatoes and plums
august with its singing nights
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Aug6
Summer Poems – The Dog
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she huffs and puts her face
down lined up with the concrete
patiently waiting for me
to remember to feed her
as I read and write and forget
the cat comes protesting
instead loud and demanding
until I get up to feed them both
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Jul30
Secret Name
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I dreamed my secret name
yes it was written
on a white stone
everything was crystal
clear then just like
the sky today harmony
coated and I felt so
relaxed so sleepy
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I fell into another night
when I woke up I could
not make out the writing
and I got news of more
deaths more killings
more drowning crimes
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if I could if I just could
tell everybody their
secret names
waking them up to life
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Jul28
La bellezza
Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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la conoscenza non è
l’intuizione della bellezza
non colpisce allo stesso modo
nè affonda come una radice sottile
nutrendo l’anima come
una pupilla dilatata che si apre
alla meraviglia
la bellezza è spontanea
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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
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Jul21
Le ultime tre righe
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.
Jul9
True Beauty
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knowledge is not
the intuition of beauty
it doesn’t strike the same
nor sinks deep as a thin root
nourishing the soul as
a dilated pupil widening
to the wonderful
beauty is spontaneous
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Jul2
Unexpected Smile
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me decorated
with an unexpected smile
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I now expect little and live the moment
exploring while passing over
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I’ve quit detaining I let
motion befalling having no
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more addresses, pinheads or pencils
I found my self delighted
in the last three lines
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This poem is part of the first volume of the “California Notebooks”. If you wish to get your own copy click here
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Jun23
Una volta
Sunday Posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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una volta
facevo parte di mio padre
a anche facevo parte di
mia madre
più tardi anche
se non letteralmente
fui parte di altri
più avanti sarò parte
delle radici degli alberi
contribuirò alla folgorante
bellezza dei fiori
sarò parte dell’acqua
su nel cielo da qualche
parte per tutto il tempo
io ero parte di dio ma
qui tu ti irrigidisci
di colpo e obbietti
che non posso
provarlo
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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Questa poesia è a pagina 54 della raccolta California Notebooks 02 .
This poem was published in English last Tuesday.
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Jun18
I Was Once
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I was once
part of my dad
and also part of
my mother
later but not so
literally I was part
of someone else’s
further I will be part
of the trees’ roots
contributing to the
flowers’ beauty
part of water
somewhere in
the sky all along
I was part of god
but here you
stiffen and say
I cannot
prove it
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This poem is on page 55 of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02.
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