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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
A poem
They were born when the sea that tossed in the air has become the lake where the anemone expands To follow the rule that separates or to stay on the whirling wave? You have followed both ways, suffered the defeat on both sides; you have built rafts of paper raised a supreme tree… and these flowers,... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, May 12, 2008
A poem
These signs know that where a home was there, where the temple came the destruction then, the only heritage left by the ruler. They know how to resist severe the traces, the alive breaches, the clean wounds and among eased off snares the voices slip and fragment… Words stand sheltered and the big... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
A poem
Now i know, you are here, i feel you friend, your wing skims over my shoulder, the voice breaks the waters. And i know i must not turn, that the magic is to know you are behind me, the wings folded while you are looking at the paper and just a bit smile… and the hand proceeds alone. Then you will... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
A poem
A new wind is blowing are melting some old seals, is departing the violent and silly century. Escaped from silence are sprounting throbbing seeds and flowers, they pierce the leaden and melt in a light salt the tough heart of the granite. So try to say yes another time, keep alive the necessary... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
A poem
Vertical and horizontal. Delicious autunm, full day diffused voices, Sunday morning three floors below are playing football... The book is new and old, the pages are rustling, a man is reading in a warm room................................................... Suddenly a shout: goal! The man rushes to... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
A poem
A note. The first line of my poem is robbed to Fernando Pessoa or, to be more precise, to Ricardo Reis. The poem as a whole was inspired by a movie: the title in English might be 'The battle of fire'. I heard that once in Portugal was living a mixed human being: Neanderthal embraced to sapiens... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, April 21, 2008
A poem
War times. Over the history will generals go but that not they get poets at least: let us talk of the invisible then, of migrant people their feet. Let us search among annals and be given a name to whom the first fire lighted and fame to the ones that making love, first gazed each other. Tempi di... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
A poem
Milan-Lisbon/1975-2005. A note. Addio Lugano bella is and old anarchist song of the late '800. It was created when the anarchist were expelled from Switzerland and emigrated in North Italy. He was singing Addio Lugano bella in the entrance of an old house: the walls began to dance for a while the... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
A poem
Be the eagle that for me only will wear an albatross garment to nobody i will reveal the secret i won't put chains to your footwear. And when you cast off the simple dress, look from the high at the mainmast pointing to the sky. Keep it for friend appeal and full stop, the pivot around which you are... Sign in to see full entry.