Tag Archives: spirituality

The Look My Soul Has


in between loving cats
and feeding elders
roaming paths

it was the caressing
with my eyes of the olive
trees barks twisted by

the winds and the lack
of water – is that the look
my soul has – she had no

idea life was business
to attend same the church
and the cats and the elderly

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This poem is part of the collection Not Rosaries Nor Missals.

I Dare To Hope April Is The Cruelest



I knew the hardest

was not being locked in

but the coming out

the count of the missing

ones their blinders

down as you take your

long missed stroll

that time has not arrived yet

but the count has

started once you get time

at hand the socials

platforms open up some

profiles have black

some tears and weeping

so far is two at day

way too high the number

of my friends who are no more

we are still on lock down

April is the cruelest month

I dare to strongly hope






time leaving
traces everywhere
victims never
to be avenged

time cannot
be hold it can
be classified
never arrested

and if doing some
serious thinking
we last but the
length of a breath

time shows itself
and swiftly go




This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01  on sale on Amazon.


Eternity Roams


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




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.

A Hint of Poetry for the New Year


Happy New Year, Happy New Life!


I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry

a hue of love
compassion or

I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this

while in your home
a nice skin

seeking a touch
from heaven to come






This poem is part of the poetic collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02  

Secret Name



I dreamed my secret name

yes it was written

on a white stone

everything was crystal

clear then just like

the sky today harmony

coated and I felt so

relaxed so sleepy


I fell into another night

when I woke up I could

not make out the writing

and I got news of more

deaths more killings

more drowning crimes


if I could if I just could

tell everybody their

secret names

waking them up to life





I Was Once



I was once

part of my dad

and also part of

my mother


later but not so

literally I was part

of someone else’s


further I will be part

of the trees’ roots

contributing to the

flowers’ beauty


part of water

somewhere in

the sky all along

I was part of god


but here you

stiffen and say

I cannot


prove it





This poem is on page 55 of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02.