*** It paves roads where previously there were none. It attracts people to the inner shores, Mortals who would otherwise be at dinners: Restaurant waiters, joggers, risk-seekers. The bluish mist…
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*** The eyes, which promised magic, Fleetingly become alive Projected on the facades of presepi, The aprons Of Italian wives. The eyes, which harboured fealty, Jump on the snow sledge…
*** We invent scenes and characters That don’t exist, We replay history with alternative outcomes, We envision social and love utopias, We revel in imagination and arts, And we muse…
*** Before the night falls, A process above thought – I see the ballerina’s leg move, Ideas don’t occur In abstract form, They come in bodies. The moment when the…
*** Snow is a blank blanket, A clean canvas, Obscuring what lies beneath it, Snow is a poem of the air. Snow was my first material For sculpture From early…
*** Something rather private, For reasons that are mysterious, Nothing but small waves In the sea of speeches. Nature as witness of freedom, And nature as verification of failure, Will…
*** With bright petals and bitter-sweet scents, you body lures insects (and scorpios) to your pollen-filled centers. Over millions of years, you evolved into a transparent flowering plant producing blooms…
*** From the minute the curtain is down To the first sunrise plié, I’m captivated as you, alone, Dream with numerous pas de deux. La Serenissma all’antica, My unacting protagonist,…
*** Before you began to exist in me As a face, as a form, as a will, You were a word, Which from the depths of my dreams Gave its…
*** The white of innocence, Of canals for eternity, The white of swans, Of swearing fidelity, The white of love to you, My Birdperson, The white of sea foam Is…
