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these days
I feel like a boat
in the woods
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late at night
under a cloudy sky
not even stars
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to dream upon
an imaginary route
on rocky soil
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these days
I feel like a boat
in the woods
.
late at night
under a cloudy sky
not even stars
.
to dream upon
an imaginary route
on rocky soil
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writing comes
as waves of the sea
poetry is the
foam on the top
the sprays that
dance the air
words that speak
of universes
that were held
too long in the
shells laying
below masses
of heavy dark
volumes coming
and going
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I’ve seen rain
stepping on the sea
incessantly tapping
not able to carve
time worn holes
as on rocks
because it
was welcomed
it was welcome
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This is the opening poem to my poetry book California Notebooks! I will send you updates as the date of release on the international market approaches. 🙂
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I had the feeling
I had been lost at sea
just for a few weeks
if weeks count as
years having no sweet
food or drink just
overcoming the waves
withstand the wind patience
unfolded under the sun
one morning – passing by
a mirror – not able to
recognize myself
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(The audio versions can be found, at the end of the poem, here on the IPM page http://wp.me/phPCu-MX)
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ho avuto la sensazione
d’esser stata naufraga persa
nel mare qualche settimana
se le settimane contano
come anni senza cibo
o acqua dolce solo
le onde da superare
sopportando il vento la pazienza
spiegata sotto il sole
una mattina – passando
davanti a uno specchio –
incapace di riconoscermi
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