POETRY

WATERTIGHT   He says the pain is a pond. I say yes, the pain is a pond. because the pain riddled by fish lying in a basin and smells like rotten. he says, and guilt is a pond. I say yes, the blame too pond. Because in a recess blame sloshing and despite the outstretched arm I get the armpit …

THE PLACE OF A WOMAN You must be careful to mouth, especially if you’re a woman. A smile is stifled, with the hem of her sari. No one must see your serenity cracked, even joy. If you occasionally need to scream, fault alone, but in front of a mirror, where you can see the strange shape that takes the mouth, …

WE SPEAK You say it is fate. Contemplate the day calling the death, go as the last rays innermost shadows, caressing tranquility forever, as the sweet music of the port. Watch as well as the time goes. like a ship, large, silent, precise. Full of questions. (Iñigo Aranbarri)  

THE STONES I feel that we have laid down the stones, crystal clear over the years. in the valley flywheel action of the moment confused, shouting from the top to the top of the trees, silent air lighter than this, swooping like swallows from top to top of the mountains until they reach the plateau the most remote along the …

A CRY INSIDE MY There is a crying inside me: life screaming It leaves no trace plausible, disfigured it fastens love and death, ungrateful to sleep in the night. So, we think of the past deceptions: we dream. All I care about most in peace It must be fought, rejected. (Dario Bellezza) http://www.amazon.it/Tutte-poesie-Dario-Bellezza/dp/8804648392  

THIS IS FOR YOU This is for you, it is my full heart, it is the book I meant to read you when we were old. Now I am a shadow, I am restless as an empire. You are the woman who released me I saw you watching the moon. You did not hesitate to love me with it, I …

SPRING Call me, life! Just as I call you, heroic! Let me go down well. Spring! That stuff! I hate intelligence clear and talkative. I hate the old hypocrite, most insidious of the young hypocrite, enters the life, huh, life, a lie what gives love! Time slips beyond repair in the honey pot. Its rich contrast, my secret developed within, …

NOW THAT IS NOW NO LONGER YOUNG Now that they are no longer young, now that already I float to the middle of the path of my life, that I always saddened me of the old people, I, who am eternal because I died a hundred times, of boredom, of agony, and that in morning I spread my arms to …

WITHOUT YOU I can not exist without you. I forget about everything but to see you again: my life seems to stop there, I do not see ahead. You’ve absorbed. Right now I have a feeling as to dissolve: I would be very sad without hope to see you soon. I’d be afraid to break away from you. You have …

IF I THOUGHT I COULD GET AWAY   If I thought I could get away And come to you, Ten thousand miles would be like one mile. But we are both in the same city And I dare not see you, And a mile is longer than a million miles. (Marichiko) http://www.amazon.com/The-love-poems-Marichiko/dp/0879221003