Sguardo di transito (Glancing through)

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Saturday, December 1, 2007

The ballad of skeletons: first part.

The ballad of skeletons. A note. This is another long poem, so I will behave as previously. I divide it into short parts and then i publish it completely with the original in Italian. In the last part of this first section, i refer to a gipsy and coffee grounds. I don’t know whether this tradition... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 30, 2007

A poem

Diverts the wheel free from its axle, proceeds its run made of jumps on the steep. Farther it stops on a chipped wall: the cypher of a life, a tiny headstone, reflects dazzles of fire on fields... the nightmare permeates of moonlight the internal spirals of the sleep. In the torment of a fold or in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 29, 2007

A poem

This dream, engraved in nothing an abyss crowded with shadows, the only remained graffito jumps and moves yellowed picture of early ‘900. I recognize that wall again always there begins the fathom to fathom The banisters from where you used to lean out, seems now barer, the bench engraved in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

A poem

Drowsiness. Hear and welcome extend... cut off the snares, rise and fall... the brink rises and ripples, the shore is a sail for alien paths. Hear and offer your unbound rule to the wave that spreads the stones laugh at the mournings, welcome in the uncovered shells the water that washes the dens... Sign in to see full entry.

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Two short poems

In the void of the first steps a sign diverted me: the sea was not alone. Nel vuoto dei primi passi un segno mi distolse: il mare non era solo. Name… a voice from the bottom, a sail among my anxieties... Nome… voce dal fondo, una vela fra le mie ansie… Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 26, 2007

Second section: The imaginary roots

What follows is the first poem of the second section that gives the title to the entire collection: The Imaginary roots. Second section: The imaginary roots. The dilemma. Beyond the doors, forced by a dream, voices are silences. The sage and the prophet follow the thin smoke... moanings, prayers to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 25, 2007

The end. The whole poem with the original in Italian

The end. A note. Sometimes teenagers discuss and fancy without any precise aim, just to stroll ideas around. The situation here has something to do with this; may be in a way that is nowadays a bit retro. At the horizon a new winter is looming and like flakes at the end of a banquet human shapes are... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 24, 2007

The end: last part.

This is the last part of the poem the end. Tomorrow i will publish the entire poem in one solution with the original in Italian. It was the chance to make a circus stop there and like mice attracted by the call unaware they followed the clowns newly born musicians of fortune. Everybody wishes his... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 22, 2007

The end: fourth part

"But this is the comedy! these armies leaving and crashing look at these collages in wastes isn't it perhaps in the crossing of purposes where answears and theories meet in a mosaics of shatterd things? In the sequins of parades mirror each other the faces of illusionists... isn’t it similar the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 19, 2007

A poem: third part

What follows is the third part of the poem The end. I am leaving to Roma and will stay there three weeks al the anuual Fiera del Libro (An exposition of books entitled More books more freedom). Anyway I hope to continue do communicate with you all, although the many things to do there! The... Sign in to see full entry.

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Glancing through is the blog made by Franco Romanò, an Italian writer. On it are published essays of literary criticism, poems, a novel, sentences and other, always conneceted with literature. Some of the texts are both in Italian and English; some other only in Italian, but translation of texts of interest may be done on request.

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