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let’s sow kindness
even if we no more
like people let’s
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Nov5
Tag Archives: mindfulness
Oct29
Vision
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I write
a ladder
to heaven
upward
I hold
as seen
in my morning
dream
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Oct27
Oltre
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essere stesi
non sapendo
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ma seguendo
il raggio col dito
l’occhio assopito
le schegge nel buio
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dimenticate nel sasso
che tengo in tasca
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Oct8
Deep Into
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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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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
.
le parole allineate come perle
.
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
.
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
.
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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