* . non c’è verso . sempre affanno in rampicata che non trovo mai l’oratorio . quasi fossi ancora tra le nebbie . troppi i globuli bianchi pochi rossi e meno ossigeno naviga . le mie vene . . Filed under: Poesia
Giugno 2013
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Up In Smoke, July 2013
* . shuffling fast letters and pictures . a bell ringing breaking the hour . more than once so be it . hammering a though of you into my heart . as eyes to the sky forever changing . not yet rolled up . . Filed under: PoetryAlti viaggi, giugno 2013
* . sfreccia ma come rallentato nelle ore che corrono subito dietro l’alba, dal mio punto di vista sfilano uno dietro l’altro finestrini vuoti . nessun passeggero quasi dietro il cielo riflesso . sembra il treno dei sogni leggero azzurro indolente . arrivo a riva e trovo un pescatore che non dovrebbe pescare e per […]
Up in Smoke, 2013
* another day gone up in smoke and a new one waiting to be lit . as I hold off for the bed to warm itself the sounds of nocturnal tree frogs the birds soon to start . it’s quite an unusual temperature no more drip drop, rain has ceases I sit calm . eyes […]Giugno 2013
* . il paesaggio splende quando si scosta una nuvola . quello che mi manca improvvisamente espresso . le figure silenziose danzano sui colori immaginati come le pietre si credono immobili . si adornano di colori ai miei occhi . figlia d’astrazione folle e certa . non possiedo un regno di neri e bianchi . […]
Ray’s day, June 2013
* she had wished she could go back to the places where she spent the night while dreaming. . she got up to drink lots of water and opened the curtains. later she was sitting outdoors . writing, after she had read from her fourth book that morning, that was what she considers a lucky […]Up In Smoke, April 2013
* between salted scarce trickles of tears . darkened by heavy clouds of comparison with others . the weight of lead the toxicity of the same . I lose my way on the starred map in the silvery night . my trip on earth slowed down heavy luggage of spoiled health . may be a […]On a Wintery Night, Part Four
* – it had been a long time since I sat here – listening to night’s nature searching words reasoning pain out it had been a long time since I had done this in English . may be to draw away from you – as I fear the end of us – of this half […]Reverberations, 2013 Poetry Writing
* poetry writing each poems a snap shot for things that happened for fleeting feelings . for things wished for . images of possible impossibilities for cruelty unclaimed and unjudged for actions sore as open wounds for kisses not to vanish away . lining up words as on a drying line shaking them off a […]
* . rivederti è stato bello e poco buono ora volo alto come un aquilone . densa di colori . vessata da sensazioni sorretta dal vento di un pensiero solo . . Filed under: Poesia