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perhaps I live eternally
beyond the world’s borders
without realizing
those limits useless talks
and mean chit-chats
laid out as spider webs
perhaps I fly protected
in the blinding light
and at night I cry
cause I did not grasp it
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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my creed is this
got to make life a nest
while it last as
I grow my wings to
leave it soaring
fending the air upward
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non hai dubbi
quando sei
nel posto giusto
la tua anima si estende
se ne esce volando tu la segui in
qualche modo con le parole
e anche senza
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you just know
when you are in
the right place
your soul stretches
out and flies you follow
it somehow with words
and without
– These poems are part of the newly published, bilingual, collection California Notebooks 02, check it out –
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life as a bird
an egg in a nest
in unexpected
places hidden
cared for and guarded
with parental
love cracking to
the first light revelation
being fed and
taught to sing
before I could fly out
into everlasting
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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts
to linger in god’s
presence
light
that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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it’s an afterward
moving
this of giving poetry
a way
to talk about the beauty
lingering
unseen
sensitivity shining
bright
in our darker days
when we
think there’s little
to be seen
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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I prefer the warm
rays of love to the
chills of any fear to
the dampness of
uncertainty
I like to see long
shadows departing
from me on any side
I don’t care as long
as they witness
my abiding
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I’ve been sleeping
light lately as
a restless person
going in and out
from one room
into another mirrors
everywhere as I
searched for my
breath the metronome
of my temporary
existence
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you just know
when you are in
the right place
your soul stretches
out and fly you follow
it somehow with words
and without
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Part of the new “California Notebooks 02”, coming soon!
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This poem – from the newly finished collection California Notebooks 02 – is dedicated to my dear friend Anna Maria who just stepped into everlasting life after much suffering due to cancer.
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being there
one day
where the sound
of butterflies wings
could be heard
stretched on a smile
attentive to my
body changes
on the awe of gratitude
cracking away
a bit at a time
to deeper life
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Questa poesia – tratta dalla nuovissima collezione California Notebooks 02 – è dedicata alla cara, dolcissima, amica Anna Maria, appena passata a vita migliore dopo una lunga sofferenza dovuta al cancro.
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esserci
un giorno
dove il suono delle
ali delle farfalle
può essere ascoltato
disteso su un sorriso
vigile ai mutamenti
del mio corpo
stupore della gratitudine
mi incrino un poco
alla volta a vita
più profonda
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having infinity
taking over me
that is my practice
in the desert
to rehearse boundless
to have a sip of
eternity once
in a while
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they cut the air
with a fearful sound
the desert ravens
flying low
above my head
almost to halt me
to get way to set
the way
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November 1st early
morning past sunrise
I’m out in the middle
of the deserted road
I stop to savor the
moment under a sturdy
blue sky half moon
suspended late up there
my eyes running up to
the lengths of the tall
palm trees where only
a bird or two greet me
I’ve got a couple of hours
a couple of water bottles and
some mountains to follow here’s
peace before my Sunday starts
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Here’s a teaser from the California Notebooks 02 compilation
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transparency
is something I
share with fish
I’m suspended
at last a gracious
moment they
stick closer if I
hold in stillnes
even more come
what is there
re generation
wisdom shared
I wish I could
last forever in
salty waters
weightless
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More poems of this collection: “Crossing Rivieras” can be found on this blog with the search botton to your right.
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the tree of life
cannot be taken
down by shotguns
the tree of knowledge
has because we do
not understand
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