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white wellness
welcomed within
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quietness
a silence seek
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nearly no movement
a mussel in a shell
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I hear love
surging
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if I could
stay forever
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fractions
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From the collection The London Hours, 2012.
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I cannot be richer than
on summer nights
deep in silence
and beauty
open wide open
window mind soaring
above a few clouds strolling
by the moon
the language of nature
whispering to me the
dreams to come
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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the sound of listening
intense in the desert
morning rising to beauty
sitting in the sun
waiting for silence
to fill me from within
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the seduction of silence
lays in between pages
behind printed letters
it breaths and live
in spite of your sight
beauty that never gets
old a thousand dawns
rising slowly within
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silence i miss
and a shaved head
a secluded
place and a bit of light
into this
confusing night
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I gather my thoughts
bending a little
away from the wind
that clears skies
from darkness of clouds
the air is gold
colored tiny speckles
dancing away a tip
a tap one tip more
fingers tapping with
closed eyes
a dance suspended
draw me closer
to your rhythm before
the next silence
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10.
have you been to that quiet corner
in your house when you shut out
all the superficial chatter where
you are the spirit of poetry
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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I’ve tried to explain
how the white around
the words are so important
to me those silences I caress
on paper breaths spaces
make the poem
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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6.
as the steps behind the stage
before the curtains rise fretful
yet filled with anticipation are
these morning poems coming
to me out of silence – eager
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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5.
on mornings I walk
into the sun rising with each step
I type in words – they crowd around me
at dawn very few people are
around silence is bubbling
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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I sit quietly
to open this treasure
stillness the key
to translate
silence
my new language
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I quiver as the sun
comes back out
from behind the trees
I remember being
fifteen drenched in
too many questions
boiling over in the
heat of the sunshine
evaporating upward
leaving
room for silence
to fill each single
gap each crevice
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Here is a short video of a conference held a couple of weeks ago in Italy on the Focal Point of my artistic path. Where poetry and photography meet. By next week-end I will have the English version ready. Meanwhile, I’ll say, enjoy my photographic presentation.
Ecco il breve video di una conferenza tenuta il 21 Maggio, a Monza per Poesia Presente, niente meno che alla saletta Reale della stazione! Mi è stato chiesto di presentare il punto focale della mia ricerca artistica, dove e perchè la poesia si incontra con la fotografia. In poco più di un quarto d’ora vi racconto il percorso di una vita e spero che sia il mio lavoro fotografico che quello poetico vi muovano dentro e vi aiutino a capire il mio cammino. Attendo i vostri riscontri. Buona visione e buon ascolto…
Il video comincia con un sussurro di note, non alzate il volume.
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It’s my honest wish all of you reading may have a powerful and serene new year in the practice of gratitude. May beauty abound to you!
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may we find a way
to silence the loud
obsessive thoughts
sons of fear to welcome
the ones shaped as wings
a conglomerate of lightness
feathers on strong muscles
to allow us to soar thorough
life’s beauty with our beaks
open wide
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most people
I am sure don’t
believe in magic
until they step
on Indian land
until they hear
silence in their
hearts swelling
a long river
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