Poetry

*** A flying flower, The amber fire, The wings of south, The soul sparkling. I whisper “grazie”, “asante”, “spasibo”, “obrigado“, “love you”… My papillon, All saints choir, Teatro alla Scala,…

*** The lure of being lost In the shadows of a forest - Wandering among magnolias As though in “The Last Supper” With standing dinner candles. Trees never lose their…

*** Your heart is the lightning capital of the country In which your soul rests, Whenever you hear a thunder inside yourself, Your voice is ready to play. It might…

*** Each breath by you, my forest, Seems to restore serenity, My stock of awe. By moonlight, your silhouette, my forest, Is a note ‘do’, Is Russian ‘da’, Italian ‘no’,…

*** I cannot tell The taste of childhood summers. Caressing the ripe fruit Straight on the tree, The intense sweetness Left on the tongue To be saved up for Novembers,…

*** Two 5-year olds Seen from the back, Throwing sand fervidly Into the window glass. Two girls Choose sand grains to say Something I can’t comprehend. They wear yellow pareos,…

*** Poetry begot the meeting, The meeting begot sound, Sound begot trust, Trust begot tandem, Tandem begot love. Love begot letters, Letters begot hope, Hope begot meaning, Meaning begot form.…

*** Wanting, finally, to see the stronger sun, What a bizarre thing a touch is, Of someone’s lips or of a brush! To loosen up you must perform a bunch…