*** It was the safety of a hand, Magic where we didn’t say much, You had no lipstick on, Your hair was undone. The shadows on the outside Had green…
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*** There is no oil, No varnish, No easel, No trace of linear perspective. There is no sketching, No sponges, No preparation. There is no, no, no - There is…
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*** May this distance lead you to yourself, I cross the tram rails to reach the beach, Wary of paper airplanes on my way, When you look up, how far…
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*** The paints began to tremble, A mountain loomed from the canvas, With flames burning the white linen, Dragonflies - pink and amber - - covered the shores of the…
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To my grandma, Iskra (a sparkle), who taught me to shine brightly, to take every day as the first one. And a buona nascita to my new sparkle - dear…
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This is a tale of two in a museum. This is a tale of a museum full of secrets. This is a tale of secrets between two lands. One -…
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*** You know what I miss? You Painting, When you take out The inner sounds, Major and minor, When your fingers Come weightless, As feathers or as Stravinsky’s, When you…
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In the end, there is always a lake. This time surrounded by curves of mountains, Their elegance embody an image of your sunlit dark-hair - Such are the noons here,…
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*** Here is a kiss, So long and so shivering, With a taste of a dewdrop, Too fragile, too tender. An atom of that dizzying intensity, I fold it with…
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*** Going from top to bottom Or feeling the world from left to right: Flatlands are never purely horizontal, Mountains often give up Their vertical nature, When seen from above……
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