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I delight in getting lost
in the space within me
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when I am reminded
of it by my patient soul
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Apr19
Delight
Tag Archives: travel
Nov17
Filigree Trees
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those shapes of the trees
upside down fringes
to define the end
of earth
merging the sky
such filigree complex
yet common we don’t see
when we casually look around
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Aug18
Mornings
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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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Jan14
Eternity Roams
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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
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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.
May21
Behind The Full Moon
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I could just imagine
the stars heaped up
behind the full moon
I could see them
scattered a geography
of the desert sky
some move my eyes
as across a landscape
an imagined horizon
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Anna Mosca dancing in daylight at La Quinta Desert, Coachella Valley, CA
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This poem is part of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02. The Italian version of it was just published on this blog last Sunday 19 May 2019.
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May8
Split In Two
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I’m split in two
by the desire to
sit and meditate
and travel madly
to new landscapes
travel nonetheless
new either way
yet the excitement
of moving on the territory
yet the serenity
of exploring the nearby
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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Oct31
A River Pouring
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a river pouring
you are not rushing
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to me poetry flows
out is hard to contain
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I’ve no hands for that use
I’ve new eyes to embrace
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strong legs clasped around
it’s an odd place wonderful
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to be tell me what is
new today with you
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks
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Oct22
Autunno
October Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry.
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esclamare i propri
sentimenti quando
i giorni si confondono
come gli amanti sognati
come i passi contati
fosse una questione
di singolo o plurale
fosse solo la vocale
finale
una sillabazione invece
una ricerca d’accento
sulle giornate meste
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
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Oct17
The Beauty We Hold
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it’s the beauty we hold
and carelessly wear around
what we’ll be missing more
I’ve been that route
bumps holes and crevices
known to me if you’ll let me
stop the nonsense and hold
dear what we have
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks
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Oct15
Risalire
October Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry.
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posso risalire
senza scivolare
con la poesia
non è ansia ma
parola attenta
precisa nel suono
e nello spazio
mi ferma una mano
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Oct10
Truth
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if you do respond
to light innuendos
if you do understand
the spaces within
and the white around
if you say a lot with
your silences then
poetry is light and
simplicity – it’s a gentle
laugh at the scoffing
of the learned – it’s
what lifts you up –
not what shows off
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Oct8
Senza tempo
October Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry.
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essere senza tempo
così mi sento
impazzisco dentro
i legami forti
di accordi non miei
necessari dicono
perché ci si incontri
perché accada qualcosa
vorrei tornare al tutto
compreso dentro me
vorrei avere il nulla
come ricchezza
conoscere davvero
prima del tic e dopo
il tac noi si girava
comunque intorno
al sole noi si parlava
anche con Dio
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
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Oct3
California Notebooks – Trust
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driving in the dark
surrounded by fog
better use trust
the season has come
plowing the clouds
to unveil the land
suspended in
to everlasting
radiance
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Sep26
Perhaps From The California Notebooks 02
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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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Sep12
Light From The California Notebooks 02
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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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Sep5
California Notebooks – Freedom
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I realize we
do not need more
cosmic abstractions
nor painful flights
to the Himalayas tip
for the misty fog
that sometimes
surrounds us in
a cage of boredom
to wane at the sound
of us being liberated
as we simply focus
on what we know
now that we didn’t
know last week
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Aug29
Measures from The London Hours
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something to do with measures
unknown
to others the length
of my despair whether is
it by nature, mine
or a not understanding of facts
of the jokes
among men, their secret bets
their sudden shoulders
and all was lived
and built, all that had an essence
to dust them off
to cough them up
it’s all forgotten
at once.
I don’t seem
to understand other’s
measures, the sense of
their steps, it’s long
far from me.
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From the collection of The London Hours, 2012.
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Aug22
Joyful Exile from The London Hours
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routine is good
a shelter to my heart
a time of secret
tenderness
went to swim in the morning
new beauty welcomed me
piercing the sound
underwater
large the company
joyful exile
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From the collection The London Hours, 2012.
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Aug20
Un volo oltre
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nostalgia dei primi
odori americani
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di teli bianchi perfetti
mossi da un lieve vento
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noi a ridere nudi
a raccontarci la vita
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appena iniziata
insieme, non sapevamo quanto
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Un volo oltre, Luglio 2013.
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Aug16
Running Uphill from The London Hours
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I will close this page
and put it away
I will have a look
at such light
lingering
I will stand eventually
get up and displace
myself in a busy store
drunk in sounds and souls
I will pick you up
later when this
wind ceases
one more time
running uphill
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From the collection “The London Hours”, 2012.
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