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The Sun – California Notebooks 02

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it seems some days
that the sun moves
at a faster speed

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it raises for a kiss
as I get a cup of coffee
and let the cat out

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I see them playing
together in the shiny
grass birds may

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join too as I give
shape to new poetry
typing away

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suddenly it taps
on the backyard for
a sad goodbye

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as I sit speechless

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Sunny Awakenings

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was dreaming of

sunny awakenings

sweet cuddling and words

few – tight together

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was getting out to say

good morning – gratitude

will not fail me

a smile in spite

of everything

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I will hold

happiness

between

my hands

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Summer A/C – A Six Months Diary Recollection In Five Parts – Life Is Complicated

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1.

I had to get A/C

this summer

I had no choice

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not the one that refreshes you

the one that burns inside

called chemotherapy

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red not the least

that’s how they call it

abroad Red Devil

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2.

after a springtime

quite upsetting

first the diagnosis

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then the tests results

always the opposite

of what I was hoping for

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the metastasis going

thank goodness mine was a slow one

the hospitalization the surgery

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3.

came recovery from surgery

infinite the time of the drainages and edemas

and the infection at the expander inserted

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we made it just in time

right by the wee day to get to

the medical therapy necessary

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considered the difficult nature

of the cells mutated in the darkness

of my perfect body as I saw it

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4.

this A/C is hell

inside of you the portable one

it goes in up your veins all around

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inside your body

attaching every single cells

you can feel it scorching them

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you try to go on with your day

– I will rest I will get over this –

but you spend your time

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listening to set off alarms

to observe what is going on

now in the central part

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of your poor body

a planet on fire every thing burning

a country invaded

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busy to defend itself

to free itself confused holds in and release

you sail – filled up with nausea

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every thing moves

but not you – you have to be still

in the dark in the shadow

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nowhere to be found it’s the torrid summer

everyone is on holiday at the sea or where is fresh

and you child of the sun – to live –

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you got your A/C and you stayed home

with nausea but not from a boat

hot flashes but not from the beach

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transformed in the fugitive of light and heat

as they seem to be the unnecessary flames

that lights the gas in my veins

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5.

I go out after sunset a bit

if I manage four steps and a bit of a chat

otherwise I observe I lay and lose

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the good cells and the disobeying ones

the digestive and intestinal

order I have always had so far

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I observe perplexed this war

my body lives amplified

I though surgery was the worse part

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almost as observing earth

from far away consuming itself in conflicts

on my top I become the moon

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on my night pillow I don’t spread any more

the constellations of the serene nights

of my long white hair scattered

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now I find the stubs of my very short hair

what is left until I will be shiny on top with a new shape

I will have to get used to that too

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at the end of this complete makeover

that would not leave anything unturned

what light will ever shine out of me

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Time

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my gorgeous shell

is broken

in spite of all my care

attention

in spite of people’s

praises

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some dark spots

where

found inside spreading

they cut me

to pull all of them out

saw me back

.

I still hurt where they

broke me

I lost that harmonic beauty

I need to heal

time is what I paid all of this for

to have more

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La mia stanza

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Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian poetry. Tuesday posts will be in English.

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1.

l’albero in fondo

alla mia stanza d’ospedale

ha preso la forma

della seta l’acqua non lo raggiungeva

io ignara passeggiavo

fino a che ho visto

.

sembrava

malattia ma penso sia

solo la sete

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⁃ la vicina strepitava

⁃ insulti verso me a voce altissima

⁃ che non le sono mai piaciuta

.

come anelo a distanze

galattiche dagli esseri umani

preoccupati dal niente

brutti fino in fondo

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2.

la mia stanza d’ospedale

dove sto avanzando

nella mia convalescenza

è tutta verde e viva

piena di silenzio e voci senza suoni

danza parla e si muove

.

mi accoglie mentre esploro

e mentre verso la poca cura

che posso mentre io abbraccio

con gli occhi e con il cuore

sono con me in questa stanza

chiamata giardino di casa

gatti uccelli ricci e insetti

.

salvo chi posso mentre avanzo

passi nella culla verde

che cammina con me

verso la guarigione o forse

verso la morte ancora non so

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la pace che colgo

prepara la mia anima

per entrambe

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