Endurance

The image of the flower standing in
For the real thing
Trying to compensate, to excuse
someone else
Or simply the circumstances:
Paper travels far and forever
Whereas flowers, delicate, fragile
Perish when handled by
Space and time, often oblivious
To aesthetic values
They just carry on
Unforgiving, relentless
It’s not about the flower.

A smile can go a long way
When registered and appreciated
Deep in the forest you can smile
All you want. Nothing’s changed.
You can laugh out loud at the
Bitter sweet irony- for those left
alone in the forest are often
those who craved solitude
in the first place
but did not quite imagine it
this way.
On this scale, with so many trees
Around, and so many possibilities
Lurking as hungry eyes. Not
quite complete.
Beasts do not have time for smiling.
Laughter can register as an imposition
Of will and irritation, disturbing
Sleep then we can laugh the best
laugh of our lives.
The last one at the sky, not really
Asking why
But proving the proverb wrong
In a bitter sweet way
Or maybe it’s right
Depending on the random
Generosity of the animals.

Piccole gocce d'amore

Piccole gocce d’amore, gelate, nascoste dal sole, non le troverà mai nessuno.

Accecata dall’immenso dolore, con le mani condannate a cercare nel buio, gli occhi ormai chiusi per paura. Preferisco non vedere. Quel che non vedo, non lo capisco e non mi fa del male.

Piccoli sussurri d’amore, conservati, piegati in bustine, mai inviati, lontano dal sole.

Coperti da vecchie cartoline da viaggi intorno al mondo, ma nessuno scrive al mio cuore, il dolore cambia l’indirizzo e cresce da solo.

Tace la mattina insieme alla mente. Il giorno si risveglia inconsapevole, indifferente. Tocca a me a fare le scelte. Se voglio seguire il sole, o piangere nel buio il tempo perduto. Per l’amore mai conosciuto. Mai avuto. Per il sogno grande, troppo grande.

Piccoli petali di un fiore azzurro. Stretti intorno, fragili, trasparenti..Non riesco a rimanere indifferente davanti quel fiore. I fiori muoiono, ma non per questo rinunciano a farsi vedere, loro bellezza, lo splendore al sole. Senza condizioni.

Senza domande. Esistono.

Piccole parole cavalcano la foresta bianca per arrivare al pensiero grande. Il punto non basta. Il sogno è un cavallo selvaggio, potente, indomito.

Ogni piccola cosa nel mondo che mi sono persa fa parte del gran vuoto intorno a me.

Ed è per questo che mi muovo sempre, e non mi fermo. Faccio la guerriera indomita, cerco le perle diminuite, appena le metto tutte insieme, si crea la collana, si spegne il sogno, nasce la luce.

Rinasco io. Insieme all’amore.

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Columbus (a poem)

 

 

On your quest for perfection

You dream of the treasures

Of the hidden pleasures

Beyond the seven seas.

 

The wind whispers fortunes to your sails

And soon  you will go away

Remember, the Earth is a sphere

So one day, you may end up here.

Right where you started.

To face me.

Again.

What then?

Who will be the bigger fool?

Me- for waiting for you for so long

You- for being so stubborn, so blind, so wrong.

 

And in the harbour echoes of sniggering time

Passing by, without a care

So you won’t try to make an effort

And seize the moment now.

 

This was your chance to DISCOVER ME.

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Promise

When flowers die
And bones rot dry
I will remember you

When the sky whispers
And the moon sighs
And the stars give silent judgment
I will be your light

When the world takes another turn
And the fields grow tired and cold
The fire will burn

And the heart of gold
will melt
with the tears of sorrow
of many mothers
who never saw this day
So that tomorrow
New flowers may grow
And new thoughts may sow
the seeds of love
from far away..

Unknown, yet close
we' ve met in time
Now we're there always.
My dreams keep all promises
My heartbeat keeps you alive
And then there will be new flowers
And new light in the sky
But this moment here now
Will be ours forever
And this is not a goodbye
It's a promise
An eternal cry in the vast
indifferent silence of the universe.
It's a promise.