*** Again, I have my midnight musings, Can’t sleep, I’m circulating, darling - The gift of having you, intensely For only seven months… l’m learning To navigate the pain Together…
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*** She paints a garden, In which she doesn’t depict rose bushes, But the mountains behind it, Bird sounds and windowless attics. She paints with so much words The tongue…
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*** This absence reappears. The absence that makes the rest exist. Your traces are present, In order to keep The windows open, and me - Gruff and still. Something has…
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*** I want to you as I wanted the sea, As I wanted the beauty of Saint Petersburg, As I wanted thoughtlessly At least one rose petal In my hand,…
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*** A triangle of three beings, Yesterday night I saw it. I thought to myself: “Aiuto!” No words and no visions - new colour! Time shifted my answers, Answers we…
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*** To love when you don’t even know that you love. To love when autumn stars stop falling And I stand and watch and I know That I’ll never catch…
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*** when I'm not there, it warms you and comforts you - a big red armchair. when you aren’t here, I wait to see you and look forever. my love…
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*** You were the whisper - not a mouth, My slice of brown bread in Rome, A piece of unexamined something, Embracing me inside my word storm… You were a…
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*** “Love itself is childhood”, As Tsvetaeva wrote. Between you and me There is no comma, No cup of tea, no ‘sogno’, Only a beat of heaven. To tell the…
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*** I see your image always on the foreground Of my morning walks, my attic sunsets, All my verses are as much for you As for the snow and seas.…
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