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213 · Dec 2014
Saranè
Saranè
is sweetness to kiss
when the first morning lights
shine upon the hair
that my hands cover
and my senses graze.
Saranè
is impetuous yell of passion
that the voice of wind whispers
when even a day
without love
changes the heart
into a desert.
Saranè
is beauty that makes sigh
when the waves of the sea
strew us with reflections,
is tenderness to keep
while the smile
lights up the eyes
and if the stars disappear
I will know
where to look for them.

31.12.'13
The original poem ("Saranè") is in Italian.
I apologize for the translation. Corrections are welcome.
As far as the sound of the poem is concerned,please, read the original poem.
212 · May 2016
The songs of the sky
What a lot of stars
in the sky tonight.
I'd like to stretch out my hand
to take one of them,
keep it in the palm
and watch it shine.
I'd listen to it singing
the songs of the sky,
telling the stories
of the faraway stars
and at the end
I'd offer it a smile
to thank it for coming
asking it to take up above
a tear of joy.

26.1.'15
203 · Oct 2016
The boy with the rose
The boy looks
so gentle
with a rose on his head
and a refined appearance.
Elegant motions
make noble his body
and sweet words
mild his heart.
I THE prince, chose him
as my squire
and in far away lands
and lost worlds
we have shared
fire, water, food,
a pallet,
interwoven with memories,
a life,
adorned with colours,
a destiny,
embroidered with love.
We have drunk
at the spring of Eternal Youth
and from time immemorial
we, sometimes hidden,
live our adventures
in the minds of men.

8.6.’15
202 · Jun 2016
I would like to be a child
I'm two years old
and I have many wires
on the arms
they put them
even on the head
and sometimes
on the legs,
I don't understand
what they're doing
but I cry
because it hurts.
I was told
that outside
the world is beautiful
but when do I go out
of this box?
I'm two years old
and I have many wires,
if I were a child
they wouldn't do it
they would cry out
that it's horrible,
you too
would think the same.
But a little mouse
doesn't arouse pity
and when
I shout
with pain
nobody hears
nobody listens
nobody cries.
I would like to be
a child
and yet
I too
have hands, legs,
eyes and ears,
have nose, mouth,
nerves and heart,
and yet
I too
tremble and suffer,
I'm cold,
I'm scared
and I feel pain.
I would like to be
a child
to see
the world
and forget
a box
and many wires.

25.6.'09
199 · Aug 2016
Love is ...
It's waking up
in the morning
and keeping on
dreaming,
it's living together
even being far away,
it's smelling
the same scent
among  a thousand of scents,
it's hoping
that the time
will not hurry up
to fly,
it's feeling ourselves different
without being changed,
it's realizing
that we are smiling
without having wanted it.
Love is
a ray of sun
trapped
in the heart.

26.2.'10
198 · Nov 2014
One thing
If you cry I cry
if you laugh I laugh
and we will continue to love us so
embraced
until the moon
gets tired  of giving us his rays,
until the sun
will forget
to wake us up in the morning.
If you cry I cry
if you laugh I laugh
and we will continue
to fill our days with promises
and the nights with hopes,
to find in our glances
understandings
and in the hands that caress us
sweetness.
If you cry I cry
if you laugh I laugh
and it will not be spring anymore
if you are not here too,
I will not watch the stars anymore
if I have to lose you,
I will not open the eyes anymore
if I know that I don't find you.
If you cry I cry
if you laugh I laugh
and if the wind had wings
would tell the universe
the fable of love.

18.1.'14
196 · 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
196 · Dec 2014
Only for you
I would wake up in the morning
lay my eyes on you
and happy
my day
would already be full.
Only for you
I could live
without wishing anything else,
I would be able not to wish anything else
to keep on living.
Only for you
it would be beautiful
climbing the sky
to bring you a star,
riding a comet
to show it to you,
******* the sun
to give its rays to you.
I would drain an ocean
to collect the pearls,
take a sunset
to offer its colours to you
and only for you
I would strew the tears in the wind
to keep only the smiles.

26.9.'13
The original poem ("Solo per te") is in Italian.
I apologize for the translation. Corrections are welcome.
As far as the sound of the poem is concerned,
please, read the original poem.
192 · Apr 2016
Love without love
You cannot love
a butterfly
because its wings
will alight
onto all the flowers of the field.
Love it without love
because the comets too
are stars.

7.1.'15
175 · Sep 2016
The smile of the sky
“I'm smiling at you”
the sky said to me
but there was only a quarter of the moon
and I didn't understand.
“Bend your head”
he then said to me.
“One should be able to watch
from every angle
to see the beautiful things
where it seems that there aren't.”
I bent the head
and the sky was smiling at me.

24. 8. ’15
169 · Sep 2016
Naked heart
It may really be true
that in my heart
feeling is sweet
and desirous
of everlasting quiet
I go on looking
for peace and love
but will my rose be able
to flower one day?
Will it be able to keep
without withering
and dying wounded
under a mantle of snow?

2.1.'15

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