Gianfranco Aurilio

Gianfranco Aurilio Feb 2016

The zephyr blows
when you kiss me
and the ice
immediately goes away.

How many tears
that hurt
and burn longings
without you.

For all the love it has
my spoilt heart
will give up
fleeing.

Soaked with love
I almost touch you
and, bowed,
I want that kiss.

My sweet beauty
I beg you
don't make me suffer
and come here.

Come to me
so that holds
and doesn't break
that beautiful thread.

That beautiful thread
which will never
dim
the azure of life.

30.11.'14

In Italian, the original language of the poem, each strophe is a pangram, because it contains all the letters of its alphabet.

#love

Gianfranco Aurilio Feb 2016

A sunset on the hill

I ran after the sun
along the river
where in the morning
the flowers look at themselves in the mirror
bathing the petals
in the water
coloured with light,
spreading stems
in the wind,
as sails on the sea.
I ran after it among blades of grass
that touch the sky,
among voices and sweet smells
of green meadows
in spring.
Under the lime tree branches
above concealed dens
close to stinging brambles
in hidden ditches
beyond the little lake
near frightened foxes
away from curious hawks
I ran after the sun
without stopping
to see it disappearing
slowly slowly
in front of me
on the hill.

16. 1. '15

#nature

Gianfranco Aurilio Jan 2016

And still beyond

The dear palms ***** down
to the white shore
up to the sea
and still beyond
when the sun
turns the water into a mirror
and they seem stars
adorning the fronds
and rays
that the moon forgot
to take with it last night.
I cannot avoid stopping
and I follow
the winding path to the beach
down
on the tepid sand
that my feet wraps up.
Only me in the entire universe
my body motionless
my mind still
I breathe
and I feel the air coming in
then nothing
if not the whole

and still beyond

where the backwash calls
and delicate invites
to listen to the quiet
so as to dip into the sky.

12.6.'14

#peace #inner

Gianfranco Aurilio Jan 2016

To you

To you that grow up
among hostile and insensible people
I give a vase as a present
to collect the tears.

To you that walk
on boiling sands
I give the strength
not to hurt the feet.

To you that suffer
hiding wishes
I give the silence
to keep the dreams.

To you that speak
and no one understands
I give a kiss
to see you smile.

To you that fight
not to die of love
I give the life
to never surrender.

9.12.'14

#life

Gianfranco Aurilio Jan 2016

The tree of confidence

From you I will have the shadow
when my body is parched,
burned by restlessness
and yes!
may hope
devour the fever
that into blind alleys
pushes the heart
and you, tree,
will hand me a fruit
if I'm hungry
and I don't want to seek,
when I'm cold
it will be your trunk
to give me relief
and that wind,
that wind
which freezes the blood with discouragement
and with aboulia
wounds my legs,
that wind
will be breeze
and vain
its blowing onto me.
From you I will have the leaves
that will let me rest
when my sleep
is full of tormented dreams,
vacous is relaxing then
and you, tree,
will be root for me
will be seed
will be lymph

will be the sun
of a new day.

7.1.'15

#life

Gianfranco Aurilio Jan 2016

The galleon of the silver sea

A hidden dream
kidnapped me
and on the galleon
that ploughs the silver sea
pleasures have no secrets,
nights
have the fragrance
of pillowcases embroidered with the wind,
waves
the sound of sunsets
of northern lights,
clouds
walk on the deck
weaving the sails
with threads of joy.
A hidden dream
kidnapped me
and never captivity
has been more beautiful.
On the silver sea
I left my dreams
and they will sail forever
among the tales of the heart.

28.11.'14

#love

Gianfranco Aurilio Dec 2015

Dear old year

Dear old year,
you are leaving us.
It seems that even the time
here has to die
and I am not counting the minutes
that separate me from the new year
but those that still remain for me
to spend with you.

31.12.'14

#mind