POETRY

I WRITE THE WORD “MUTE” I write the word ‘mute’ into the condensation on the window. I breath across it again and write your name. Then lick the letters off the glass, pretending my tongue is a mop for souls. We have the evenness of our hands, to survey the unevenness of our lives. (Nathan Shepherdson) http://www.amazon.it/Sweeping-Light-Back-Into-Mirror/dp/0702235695

I WANT TO I want to love you with simple way; with words that the wood didnt get to say to the fire which burn it into ashes I want to love you with simple way; with cues that the cloud didnt get deliver to the rain that make it disappear. (Djoko Damono) http://www.amazon.com/Suddenly-night-poetry-Sapardi-Damono/dp/9798083008

THE DEEP NIGHT I speak from the depths of the night, from the depths of darkness, and from the depths of the night. I speak, if you come to my house, man. Bring a light and a window, I can look through, the happy crowd in the alley. (Forough Farrokhzad) http://www.amazon.com/Sin-Selected-Poems-Forugh-Farrokhzad/dp/1557289484

THE LOOKING GLASS Getting a man to love you is easy, only be honest about your wants as woman. Stand nude before the glass with him, so that he sees himself the stronger one, and believes it so, and you so much more, softer, younger, lovelier. Admit your admiration. Notice the perfection of his limbs, his eyes reddening under the …

PROLOGUE That I may look up at the sky until the day I die, without even an ounce of shame. Also for the wind that blows through the leaves, I have suffered. With the soul that sings the stars, I have to love all the things that go towards death. And then, the way that I was assigned, I will …

SOLITUDE OF TWO BILLION YEARS LIGHT Small globe on humans sleep, get up and work, sometimes want to have companions on Mars. The Martians on their small world, I do not know what to do, maybe a little sleep, get up a little, they work a little? Sometimes they want to have companions on Earth. This is absolutely safe. Universal …

YOU SHOULD NOT KNOW THE DESPAIR Should not you know despair, if the stars sparkle every night; If the dew falls silent at night, and the sun gilds the morning. Should not you know despair, though the tears to flow freely. Not the years most loved, forever in your heart? Cry, you cry, so it must be. The wind sighs …

PARALLELS You go, the space is large, there are borders, we want to talk. But what we tell, the other already knows, because from the outset, erased, forgotten, is still the same adventure. In dreams we meet, we love, we are complete. Does it go farther, than in ourselves, or another. (Eugene Guillevic) http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Other-Poems-Eugene-Guillevic/dp/0976844982

STEPS A man was going on the grains compact the coast of Geraldton, alongside waves hesitant on shells, the smooth incessant restless Indian Ocean. Walking does not imitate, he thought, wondering where to go, a bit ‘sterposo, he thought on these sands otherwise deserted by mounds of seaweed scattered purple and black rocks with strange shapes, could walk forever, the …

WHAT STARTS AND ENDS That starts and ends, when she looks at the precipice of blue ink? And it is having been behind the bars of the sunrises, bent, dig now in your meat cut, scratchy tucked the summit, opening heaven in your particles under the caste rain water. Woman on which beach you will, in which your ships and …