POETRY

NOT EXPRESS LOVE Not express love, the real one is always ascoso; It is a breath that moves silent, mysterious. I said, my great love my heart was opened, with fears horrendous, cold ah, trembling, she fled. As it was far from me a traveler lifted it, silent, mysterious: she sighed and conquered. (William Blake)  

THE GARDEN OF LOVE In The Garden of Love, one day I went, And I saw a thing never seen before: a chapel erected in the center lawn, where I used to play. It was well bolted gates. “Thou shalt not”, it was written on the threshold; I turned to the Garden of Love me, that many flowers it had …

ANXIOUSLY STATUES “Rather choke a child in the cradle, which cradle of unfulfilled desires.” Anxious statues of blood dressed in clothes, and tied for a moment, in the first light of Trafalgar Square, quietly exchanging promises, questions, complaints and cries. Mocking slogans of forbidden love, none of them laments that they would like to be happy, dares to show himself …

DREAM   Black and hard detachment that I stand as thou. Why do you cry? Give me  better to hand, promise to return in a dream. We are like two mountains, We not meet again in this world. If only, when midnight comes, you send me a greeting with the stars. (Anna Andreevna Akhmatova) http://www.amazon.it/Selected-Poems-Anna-Andreevna-Akhmatova/dp/0002710412

Sitting next to a tiller, to look after, you can carefully observe the banks open. Although not wanting to, you follow a track without curbstones that follow behind these waters, rotting and still, always. When the eye does not look at the banks, is a face that rises from the depths stomach, like a fish that lives at the bottom …

HOLD MY HAND Hold my hand at sunset, when the light of day goes out and darkness slips his cloth of stars. Keep it tight, when I can not live this imperfect world. Hold my hand, take me where time does not exist. Keep it close in hard living. Hold my hand, in the days when I feel disoriented, sing …

I THINK OF YOU I think of you, from the bosom of the sea when the sun rises and its rays darts. I think of you, when the moonlight wave serene whitens. I think of you, when it goes away the dust along the path, and in the dark night, when the passenger on the bridge, the heart leaps with …

I CALL YOU RISE OR FALL What your name: rise or decline? Because sometimes I fear I am, and the red of her roses tend cautious, and I sense a fear in his flute, for those days without singing and without end. But myths and mine, I feel the evenings, the dim light of my gaze. The forests, between my …

MUSA   Sailing immaculate, slipping on slate Mirror Lake, it only follows the bowsprit, the call of the seagull, sometimes he gets up, almost borders on the sky. An eagle with wings of Icarus. (Germain Droogenbroodt) http://www.amazon.com/Sruth-Ama-Irish-language-Rosenstock-Droogenbroodt-ebook/dp/B006PF8N4Y

MY LIFE   Without me you go, my life. Rolls, and I have not done one more step. Elsewhere lead the battle. I leave me so. I I’ve never followed. I do not see clear about your proposals. The little that I want, I do not bring it to me ever. And for this failure, I aspire to much. A …