POETRY

CHERRY BLOSSOM – T.Kikaku: To see the cherry blossoms, led by his mother, reaches the small blind. GROWING – J. Marti: I cultivate a white rose, albeit in adverse season, good for the soul that arises in my hand away. But for one who grabs me by my heart out alive, nor thistle or nettle cultivation: I cultivate a white …

I go to my loneliness, I come from my loneliness, because to be with me enough for me my thoughts. (L. DE VEGA)       Vado alle mie solitudini, dalle mie solitudini vengo, perché per stare con me mi bastano i miei pensieri. (L. DE VEGA)         Voy a mi soledad, Vengo de mi soledad, porque …

ACCEPTANCE – Heraclitus: You’ll never find the truth, if you are not willing to accept even what you did not expect to find. EXPECTATIONS – G.G. Marquez: He who awaits much can expect little. WAIT – LA Seneca: The biggest obstacle is the expectation of life, which depends on tomorrow but wasted today. JOYOUS WAITING – E. Montale: But wait …

CLEANED CLOTHES – Tibullus: But you come to us, oh alma Peace, keep up the ear, and fill of apples, the womb of your white robe. BAD WORDS – J. Milton: With words coated ornaments of reason, advised ignoble calm, quiet and slothful. DESERT – Tacitus: They make a desert and call it peace. WINDOWS IN THE NIGHT – H. …

LOVE SLEEPING IN BREAST OF THE POET – By Federico García Lorca You can never understand how much I love you, because in myself you sleep and you remains asleep. I will hide in tears, haunted by a voice of penetrating steel. Accordance that shakes together, flesh and star, already pierces my chest pained, and the gloomy words have bitten …

ROOMS ILLUMINATE – P. von Heyse: Endure, is patient quiet. In a time, your room will be full of sun. TRUSTING – J. Thorarensen: Although I fail to see placate the storms of life, moved, I listen to the laughter of my hopes. THE IMPOSSIBLE – M. Kundera: We can write and love, in spite of the impossibility of writing, …

CONTAINERS – GWF Hegel: There is nothing in heaven and on earth, that does not contain the being and nothingness. CRADLES – A. Porta: Cradle of my nothingness, into the nothingness of the cradle, smooth dwelling, without powder nothing. ANYWHERE – Silhana, Indian text: Nothing here, nothing else. Wherever I go, nowhere. The universe itself is nothing. And nothing down …

APPEARANCES – K. Popper: An unknown reality, the world, behind the appearances.               DISTORTED LEGS – J. Women: Disfigured is the proportion of the world: the two legs on which it rests, reward and pain, remain distorted.       RISING MORNING – Shami Manzei: To compare the ephemeral thing in the world? Nowhere, …

AT THE WINDOW – AR Holst: The winter freezes, and the bushes are already blacks. Would light the fire, if you come back, as then, in that old story of the two of us. But I stand at the window, silent and thoughtful. The winter freezes, the years have passed. WEAK LUCERNE – Taqui Mir Mohammad: Sadly the evening darkens; …

SEAGULLS – Basho: The sea darkens. The cries of the gulls, are just white.           RELENTLESS – H. Melville: Relentless I, the old and relentless sea. Relentless, much more, when serene smile. Welcomed, but not tamed, by thousands and thousands of shipwrecks in me.           DISTANT SHIPS – V. Aleixandre: Oh fish …