* – Paolo, pick up your eye she yells, I hear giggles . I felt swarms of eyes following my steps . his married one must have been . heavier for the neighbors to notice . . Filed under: Poetry
July 2013, The Neighbors
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Spazio d'argomento culturale e letterario e di libero scambio d'idee.
* I was eager to learn it was nuns who thought me . how to peel fruit apple pears even potatoes to crash nuts . to set the table to embroidery carefully to sing in a church . to listen to the silence in between to look for light breaking . darkness through sliced windows […]
* not rosaries nor missals a life embroidered carefully . I would like to lay in the straw grass far from concrete . humming a note or two roaming the void making space . gently diving tight in your arm so long lost . afloat as a candle at night flickering warming memories . . […]