Tag Archives: travel

Crossing Rivieras, Ciapà Park # 2, 2014

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there’s another wind
below on the sea surface

dotting the vast blue

white crests running
one after another

gulfs and houses
sprinkled nearby

a few birds up here

as intermission to the
patient music of the wind

much grace weaved
a cape on my shoulders

and butterflies following me

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2014-07-30 15.21.22.

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Crossing Rivieras, Ciapà Park # 1, 2014

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a minute to sit

on a mountain rock
to breath the pines

perfume moved about
by the wind up high

clouds moving faster

than me walking
swiftly down hill

on myriads of pebbles
gathered a constellation

in the middle of the path
the steps of God

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2014-07-30 15.22.04

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California Notebooks, 2014

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we won’t stop giving thanks
when a vibrating highway takes
us everywhere impossible

before we surf right
that wind of fulfillment
before we were stuck

on man made cages
we got a song to
take along

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2014-04-07 15.37.31

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California Notebooks, 2014

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I sit at the shore
with god         that
reminds me

a whole
world of beauty
unseen

unless
you wish to walk
into it

swim and dive

forsaking
the land above
eyes open to

the shapes
below to the wonders of
childhood

comes

sinking deep
a ray of warming
sunshine

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2014-02-06 17.01.11

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On Clouds

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I’m not knowledgeable

on climatic changes

 

the ways the winds go

on high or low pressure

 

I didn’t keep my head on books

but clouds these I know

 

teaching us

how to be in life

 

the best ones are

those moving fast

 

giving no resistance

to life happenings

 

they follow whatever

wind that comes

 

you see them glory

and soon happily gone

 

busy dancing

life out

 

no time to pout – others

grow dark  and sit dense

 

giving headaches

to everyone

 

they build resistance

to any life change

 

no escape

the heaviness

 

they create

will break on us all

 

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2014-04-03 10.37.22.

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California Notebooks, 2014

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I gather a petal
desolate on the
grass dabbled

driven away
by fierce water
outstretching it

minding the folds
between drops
the tired figure

the mind a dance
entertaining
a divested dancer
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2014-01-23 14.15.15

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California Notebooks 2014

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wisdom can be found
in forgetting

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love is stitched on a
white canvas

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an array of colors
red for bleeding

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is an illusion to the eyes
it’s calm blue deep

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within

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and forgiveness
may be a safety raft

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2014-02-06 17.01.22

 

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California Notebooks, January 2014

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framed
in between
too many things

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it’s my work to make
it clear and simple – easy
to take in light to see

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refreshed the vision
a one shot taken
right I will not

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consider of my own

resolution any
pentimento

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2014-02-06 16.43.06.+.

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California Notebooks, January 2014

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melancholic feelings
to analyze or discard

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memories of beauties you
planned I will not linger long

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just enough I will stand strong

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time will mend and build
I dance to the birds

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it’s a humming
heart

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2014-02-06 17.00.00.

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California Notebooks, January 2014

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a sip of smoky
vision will you
drive back
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I could figure
your steps
a figure past
the sill
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once more
sweet words
a kiss for us
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a lot not said
no to compromise
I pick up a stub
what’s left of you

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there’s still some
fire I could use

of you do not remove

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don’t take this spot

quit erasing words out
it’s the blue in between
what I look for

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2014-02-06 17.00.53.

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California Notebooks, January 2014

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I could never tire
of the ceaseless songs
birds deliver to my days

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I could fall thinking heavy
scenarios that will not fit
the play is different today

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it is me it is you and the
liveliness we are dipped in
you may be cold numb

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is transitory this is all
ready to be set
aflame

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2014-01-12 11.57.27.

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California Notebooks, January 2014

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I’d rather grasp
that which is invisible
holding it close to my heart
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that which is loud
in deep silence leading
me to a wild dance
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—- feet trampling on new soil
—- softly threading a new heart
—- imagined by many it came

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2013-11-24 10.08.30

Poems selected from 2013 featuring on IPM today (audio versions too)

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accade che si abbassi

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la vista come un telo lattiginoso
ventiquattro o trentasei ore e vivo

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d’altro non combatto, sento, annuso
e le ore scandite hanno il loro sapore

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lento e dolce di chi è cieco di bianco
di chi non sa di chi crede che

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anche stavolta risalirò il sangue
per guardare di nuovo fuori

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(La versione audio può essere ascoltata sulla pagina di IPM a questo link

http://wp.me/phPCu-JE)

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sight lowering

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it comes as a milky cloth
twenty-four or thirty-six hours and I

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live of something else I do not fight
I feel I smell and each hour has its taste

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slow and sweet of who is blinded by white
of who doesn’t know yet believes that

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this time too I will ride up the blood
to look outside once more

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(The audio versions can be found at the end of each poem

on the IPM page  http://wp.me/phPCu-JE)

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California Notebooks, January 2014

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we are here
softly abandoned

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glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground

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one of those luminous day
where every detail is out

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for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as

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the night upon which we
both struggled with

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eyes wide open to
no avail in fear

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2013-12-26 11.26.10

California Notebooks, January 2014

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the sun rests
on my hair on a
winter afternoon
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hours fleeting
rushing into the
calm evening
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not daring
to go inside subtracting
myself from grace
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I keep my head down
bowed as I write between
letters my emotions

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2014-01-23 13.05.09