Dear Readers,
I am thrilled my poem “Adam’s sin” was published by Spillwords Press.
Thank you so much for your support. Good wishes and hugs to everyone.
a canary sings
nuptial interludes
your flesh pays its tribute to some other lovers
transitory birds
come and go like seasons
noisy V-shaped flocks
i sigh
then i listen to a monk who reads
from a book of psalms
rings sleep on my fingers
arabesque designs shiver on my skin
pastel sunsets….
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a tipsy air plays with my dress
golden afternoons fall from my hair
fingers, pillars of the city
point toward the dangers of an angry sea
why are my ships hit by deceptive languor?
what have you done to them to fall in love with you?
i rip my dress and threw it to the waves
i raise my head
and speak to you
what do i want?
i want to sail to the East Indies
to bathe in essences of coriander and of cinnamon
to meet the founders of the now adulterated cities
exchange my soul for silky fabrics in Jaipur
to walk in temples nested in the banyan trees
to bite the skin of passion fruits in naked nights
to tear my heart and throw it to Lord Vishnu
to soil my hands while healing beggars in the streets
oh, i know…
your poetry which rings for me
your feathered kisses nuzzling my neck
everything one day will wash at sea
and that will be the day in which
fingers, pillars of the city
will turn your love
toward the real me
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i play the cello in the old streets
walls open wounds inflicted long ago
imaginary lovers contort in the air
and on my bow the grief of others
settles
i swallow tears and i play
the pain of those who cannot walk the streets
immersed in ecstasy and solitude
with all my sufferings
the walls i greet
till you’ll come out
and you’ll throw
a petty dime
right at my feet
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“I wish to see you walk through the Arco de Elvira, to find out your name and shed a tear.” Federico García Lorca.
a violet sunset laments in the city
saps of triolets flow on my neck
ah, Granada
i stretch inside your memory
like felines on grasslands
a lily cries
my bracelets dangle
the eyes of candles flicker in your Spanish nights
fingers of lascivious desires
steal from my neck the saps of triolets
Granada
play your magical guitars
unleash the beauty hidden in your walls
the frenzy of the flesh which dies
into the ardent gestures of your dance
under La Puerta de Elvira
yesterday two lovers met
and i,
i wait in tears
for the love
which knows the mysteries of triolets
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my body is dragged
i’m covered in mud
sword in my hand
still i can cut
you’re looking at me
i hear the word love
fight!
children are crying
the moon has been stolen
the winds have stopped
right all the wrongs
lighten the sun
straighten the earth
bloom all the buds
i’ll see you again
there are other lives
fight
do not stop!
i’m choking on blood…
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come with me to the Mediterranean
the highway of ancient world
for in the silence of its eye
still lives the infinite of number pi
climb with me the Mount Parnassus
in fall when Dionysus’ priestess will arrive
souls immersed in subterranean desires
into the burgundy of wine, let’s dive
the bed unmade
your eyes still hungry
poetry is screaming to be read
come with me to the Mediterranean
where Pegasus is waiting to be wed
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open the window
let me feel the wind which blew
when i was born
open you palms
let me eat the fruits of the soil
which fed me first
open your heart
and let me breathe the poetry
of the sunsets when roses sleep
and church bells toll
over the land
where i was born
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a book of poetry falls onto my lap
sinful kisses drown into the river’s night
love equations chant behind the door
Beatrice commits the mortal sin
birds are nesting in my palms
the flesh of shadows waltzes on the roofs
a squeaky door stops wailing in the wind
imaginary fairies land onto your skin
my fingers knead desires in a dough
a button drops into a bewitched well
i bite my lips
i laugh
possibilities
range of poetry
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My Dear Readers,
Thank you for your appreciation, support, and the love you showed me in 2018. They meant the world to me.
I wish you a wonderful and blessed New Year! May you be happy and “may you stay forever young”!
I will see you in 2019!
Until then here is my most viewed 2018 poem:
marry me!
when clocks announce mid-night
and lovers fall into a mystic scented sleep
run with me and let’s get married
in the blue forest of my dreams
let’s walk barefoot in the middle of the glen
look, frantic butterflies entangle in my hair
whispering fresh daisies drape my body
green leaves dress quietly your naked shoulders
the moon sets our altar among trees
crickets sing the symphony of love
like church choirs in the dusk
steel a star and set it on my finger
on the cobweb of yellowish moon rays
tree sap seals our union forever
your soul starts flowing into mine
let’s not move until the morning
when we will witness our bodies
merging into a fascinating cosmic tree
marry me!
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whisper,
you who know to whisper
intercessions
(prayers on behalf of others)
songs of love and songs of sorrow
for the sailors from the depths of the tomorrow
sleepy bibles rub their eyes
in the Basilica of San Nicola
whisper,
you who know to whisper
adorations
(homages to blooming flowers)
on Sunday afternoon the air is moist
the tropic breathes mangoes and strawberries
white linen heated bodies covers
symphonies are lusting for their lovers
and then
when you will reach the point of the confession
stop whispering
and kneel in front of me
i am your love
your sin, and your redemption
i don’t know past
i don’t know future
i am the last verse of an unknown psalm
and the forever ardor
captured in between your palms
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