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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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I load on beauty
between silences
those of plants and
lack of rain
these shivering
when reefers come
are not gossip or loud
news they are stanzas
needing spaces
in between needing
solid whites an invisible
bench to sit on
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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come goccia d’olio
trattenuta dall’acqua
mi estendo piano
impercettibilmente
–
lentamente pascolo
l’anima accudita
cresce alta
eterea
.
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Sì, la domenica le poesie sono in italiano.
Tuesdays posts will be in English as usual.
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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.
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to be me
the one I’m
inside immune
to time and places
to recognize the one I
ought to welcome with love
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Yep, today is my birthday!
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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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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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poetry falls
as pigment
on wet paper
.
creating
a world
of beauty
.
marveling
at the smooth
escape door
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let’s sow kindness
even if we no more
like people let’s
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I write
a ladder
to heaven
upward
I hold
as seen
in my morning
dream
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Sundays’ Post are dedicated to Italian Poetry.
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essere stesi
non sapendo
.
ma seguendo
il raggio col dito
l’occhio assopito
le schegge nel buio
.
dimenticate nel sasso
che tengo in tasca
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Sì, la domeninca le poesie saranno in italiano!
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
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to know the weight
of my heart through
my eyes you can see
.
how it makes my life
difficult the flight over
troubled landscapes
.
I’ve that anchor inside
that sinks me like a spade
deep into the human
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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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Sundays’ Post are dedicated to Italian Poetry.
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quanto stancano
i discorsi inutili
spesi per conoscersi
coscienze ubriache
addormentate
anche in sogno
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Sì, la domeninca le poesie saranno in italiano!
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
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awakening to
having no
choice that
to have a job
that holds me
between the earth
and the sky
