Sguardo di transito (Glancing through)

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Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Poem

We used to hide inside our hesitant bodies coloured scarves under white dresses bunches of violets. Once concealed the joy of touching to grown up eyes we gave ourselves up to the lawns and the silences of swept away seasons driven back in the memory of the aged. That was the time of hands trembling... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 5, 2007

poems

Interrupted dawn you only were missing the meeting…cartilage of a dream the fragment I was wishing Alba interrotta mancavi solo tu all'appuntamento… cartilagine di un sogno il frammento che cercavo. Fireflies, invisible friends! On countryside, glittering of sickles in sunny days, you kept vigil at... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 4, 2007

Short poems

Pollenci and dawns burnt out steps swinging magic spells Pollini ed albe consumati passi altalenanti incantesimi Hemmed in breaks, lost minutes and then regained Ristrette pause…. istanti dispersi e ritrovati… Navicula blind tentacular calls Navicelle abbagliano richiami tentacolari. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 3, 2007

Some short poems always from Imaginary roots

A dawn of mirrors on the shore shattered image the horizon opens wide a dance against the sun. Albeggio di specchi sul greto sgretolata immagine l'orizzonte divarica una danza contro il sole. In the chaos of what is still tacit does an horizon rise again? Old origin of the world? Nel caos... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 28, 2007

Salutation

Thnak you all for visiting and commenting. I will be out of Milan for a short holiday. I will be back on Friday. Good poetry to everybody. Harpo1947 Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 26, 2007

A poem

Landing The spring is drying up We cannot but… trust our breath One can hear the sea beyond: its splash questions the sands. Indolent we follow the child doubtful among the tracks… does he know he is with others? The coldness diverts the mind: such a sloping down the only certain mutation… This... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 25, 2007

A poem

The parting. A note. At the end of the poem I have emphasized the sense more than the concentrations of rhymes, very difficult and probably impossibile to maintain in English. Nothing is distinguished amid the fogs: with the rustle of your dragged feet a melancholy procession winds. Bits the lonely... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

A poem

Whom I am speaking to then? Whom with? I… I, a delivered egg and its voices… So it is with you I am speaking with you who are no more, with the bills that pursue me at fixed-term with the wing of an oscure scenary… oh how difficult is it to deny the timbre and the utmost arch of the compass that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

A poem

The imprinted film of the dream a hazy fading your presence the eye not daring the timbre of your voice or the gesture and the words… Where? What? L'impressa pellicola del sogno sfocata dissolvenza la tua presenza l'occhio che non osa il timbro della voce oppure il gesto e le parole… Dove? Cosa? Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 22, 2007

Poetry

Profecy. A note. Giorgio De Chirico is one of the most celebrated painters of Italian '900. Its painting was defined as metaphysic. Aguirre was the most brutal and ferocious commanders of the conquistadores of Mexico. Discolours the plough drown by oxen the house, tall and isolated on hilltop, a... 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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