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Cloud have covered the whole
day slowing down my rhythm
I walk as barefoot on carpet
placing words carefully
dozing off a bit hanging
poetic moments behind my eyes
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Jun19
Tag Archives: Photography
Jun12
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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Jun5
Adding Notes
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I didn’t dislike
school most days
yet I was anxious
each day to go home
to have lunch while
reading – to then take a small
break after the meal – under
the sun on the balcony
reading again underlining
my dreams to come
adding notes to my
future days
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May29
The Birds Trills
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just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out
I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof
to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive
I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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May22
Ask Me Not
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let me dance
as the millipede
with no thinking
ask me not to
quit nor to explain
turn the other side
if jealousy abides
inside as I praise the
sky as the dance floor
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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May8
Split In Two
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I’m split in two
by the desire to
sit and meditate
and travel madly
to new landscapes
travel nonetheless
new either way
yet the excitement
of moving on the territory
yet the serenity
of exploring the nearby
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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May1
The Life of a Poet
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the life of a poet
is that of cultivating
yourself so that poetry
may choose to visit you
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This poem is part of the new volume “California Notebooks 03” soon to be published.
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Apr22
Stretto dentro me
Sunday Poems are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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sono rimasta senza
parole vero per una volta
ho trattenuto il fiato
stretto dentro me
unico appiglio rimasto
mentre ancora corro
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Apr17
Wisdom
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wisdom can be found
in forgetting
love is stitched on a
white canvas
an array of colors
red for bleeding
is an illusion to the eyes
it’s calm blue deep
within
and forgiveness
may be a life raft
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
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Apr15
Ceneri
Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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Una riga,
dentro una volta c’eravamo noi.
Ceneri
negli angoli di una stanza buia.
La notte
attendo che mi si racconti l’amore.
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Tratta dal libro Imputami il peccato di voler sopravvivere
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
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Apr8
Sorrido
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provo un poco alla volta
a cancellarle tutte queste
rughe che mi hai dato ci
credevo felici ci credevo
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Apr2
On Writing
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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
Apr1
Le palme
Sundays are dedicated to Italian poetry
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le palme alte
frugano il cielo
frusciano nel vento
la notte la piscina
illuminata
non ha onde per
chetarmi l’animo
rovistano il buio
le palme mosse
da brezza di
stelle da moto
di luna
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Questa poesia fa parte della nuova opera California Notebooks 02
Mar27
Tea Time
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it has been long
since I spent
a winter in the north
since I saw trees
undressed months
on a row or tea
time served with
cold sunsets
no cups of love
to hold now
with frozen
fingertips
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Mar20
Poetry As A River
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a river pouring
you are not rushing
to me poetry flows
out is hard to contain
I’ve no hands for that use
I’ve new eyes to embrace
strong legs clasped around
it’s an odd place wonderful
to be tell me what is
new today with you
