POETRY

BLUE TREE > When your eyes meet my solitude, silence becomes the fruit, and the storm sleep. Half close doors forbidden, and the water learns to suffer. When my solitude meets your eyes, salt and desire spreads, sometimes insolent tidal wave that runs endlessly, nectar dripping drop by drop, most fiery nectar that a torment, start that never fulfills. When …

A MAP OF EUROPE > As the idea of Leonardo, where gape passages on water droplets, or the dragons lie down in spots, my crumbling wall, into the air clear draw, in the mood of the vein, a map of Europe. On the sill painting, golden rim of a can shines as along a lake of Canaletto in the evening, …

IN THIS SEASON HOT I THINK TO YOU In this hot season I think to you, your nakedness, your neck, your wrist, your foot lying on the couch like a white dove. What you were saying to me in this hot season, I think to you. I do not know what I think about most, what I saw with my …

SHOULD LANTERNS SHINE Should lanterns shine, the holy face, Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light, would wither up, and any boy of love look twice before he fell from grace. The features in their private dark are formed of flesh, but let the false day come and from her lips the faded pigments fall, The mummy cloths expose an …

SOFTLY Lean spike is your body, from which the grain is dropped and will not return to sprout as a lean spike is lean your body. Skein of silk is your body, penned by the lust to the last wrinkle, like a skein of silk is your body. Sky burned is your body, in death fabric dreams ambushes, as a …

HE SAW HER ONLY ONCE He saw her only once. But from that moment he was surprised, and sang a song but do not know to whom, and intoned a chorus but no one followed him. He dared to worship her like that for a whole year, present to the future, as now knew where unsuspecting heavily it back, the …

PAVILION ON THE LAKE Light the boat I met nice guest door, which is the distance from much of the lake. Then, in the loggia, in front of a cup of wine, each side lotus flowers will open. In front of the balcony, as more ripples the expanse of water, the solitary moon goes wandering ceaselessly. From the bottom of …

THOSE TWO, EMBRACED Those two embraced on the bank of the Rhine in Gottlieben, could also be you and me, but the two of us never will walk most of any hugged the shore. Come on, we walk at least in this poem (Izet Sarajlić) http://www.amazon.com/fatto-Collezione-poesia-Italian-Edition-ebook/dp/B016NKFHZI

ASK THE HORIZON, ENRICHED WITH BLOOM OF STARS Ask the horizon, adorned the flourishing of stars. In Him I trust, that you know who I am. The breeze I entrusted the burden, with which crosses time wandering hope. Whoever obeys his eyes to the laws of love, knows that it is usually break the veto imposed by the censor, avoiding …

PATAGONIA I said perhaps Patagonia, and pictured a peninsula, wide enough for a couple of ladderback chairs, to wobble on at high tide. I thought of us in breathless cold, facing an horizon round as a coin, looped in a cat’s cradle strung by gulls from sea to sun. I planned to wait, till the waves had bored themselves to …