05 Sunday May 2013
Posted in Italy, Nature, photography, Poetry
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sprout opens
the gathering night
the mysterious source uncovered
(inside: pure memory)
waiting, still
dark figures murmuring
about the weak nature of things,
- listening
travelling light is important
(only a shade of melancholy)
they say
shadowless fingers don’t intertwine,
hardly stay on the right side
the stars
if they’re just masks with empty eyes
(pointing the finger)
who can explain for all that sky
the reason?
Giudecca Island, Venice – Italy
# 2
19 Friday Apr 2013
Posted in Art, Italy, photography, Short stories
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I shouldn’t go to sleep after watching movies because when I close my eyes everything turns real, which includes the moon squeaking behind the window pane and the hair becoming needles that prick my fingertips.
So it was that a moon beam entered the room illuminating my soul while observing with a certain curiosity the faded tapestry. The scene – I must admit – was a bit dark and severe, just like those old Flemish interiors and made me feel uncomfortable.
“I like the way you manage the space, it’s effective” she said. “In truth” she added adjusting a crooked frame “I didn’t expect anything so tangible, rather a labyrinth of mirrors, you know..”.
I was on the point of claiming when I woke up. What was she talking about? My usual lack of beliefs concerning the future, perhaps?
microFICTION #15
17 Sunday Feb 2013
Posted in Italy, Microfiction, photography, Short stories, Writing
In this frame, the arena is overfilled with characters fighting for a fake tower.
We hustle about waiting for the line that follows our name in the script.
When the light is on us, the face is clear, the wrinkles enhanced, the shade gets heavy, the breath short; all this makes the drama.
She’s there, shaping us with that light, burning our souls in the name of the Art. She writes our role again and again and stares at us scribbling furiously with that impudent purple ink that ticks everybody off.
She’s a damned troublemaker.
In queue (it’s a parade), Bologna – Italy
MicroFICTION #9
31 Thursday Jan 2013
Posted in Italy, Microfiction, photography
More than once, he got caught by the coils of a hug or something that was just a bit more intense than a branch in the backlight.
And the eyes who stared at him, standing quietly on the doorstep behind the flowers, were most of the times distant and gloomy.
He was a dreamer; the only clown in a moribund circus that ends the show with a hint of a bow and whispers in your ear a candid “with love”.
doorbell, somewhere in Italy
Microfiction #6
20 Sunday Jan 2013
Posted in Colors, Italy, Microfiction, photography, Writing
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When I dream
I feel as guilty as if I were rummaging in someone else’s rooms and getting my hands on the odd pictures of the lady of the house who – in a very private moment –
allows herself a little smile of satisfaction.
Getting married in Piazza San Marco, Venice (Italy)
30 Sunday Dec 2012
Tags
culture, Haiku, Italy, Japanese poetry, photography, Poetry, Sea
being imprisoned
by the grassy river banks
- my beloved homeland
Yellow buoy
# 365
29 Saturday Dec 2012
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culture, emotions, Haiku, Italy, Japanese poetry, photography, poems, Poetry, Venice
the gaze lost in space
mute is the word with no name
- another year’s gone
Venice – Italy
# 364
26 Wednesday Dec 2012
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culture, Haiku, Italy, Japanese poetry, photography, poems, Venice
water reflections
improper conversation
- best left unsaid
Venice, Italy
# 361
22 Saturday Dec 2012
Posted in Colors, Haiku, Italy, Nice places, photography, Poetry, Seasons, Winter
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Bologna, Haiku, Italy, Japanese poetry, photography, poems, Poetry, snow, winter
frosty morning light,
drawing hearts on window pane
in a dead silence
Winter view, Apennine – Italy
# 357
21 Friday Dec 2012
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clouds, Haiku, Italy, Japanese poetry, photography, poems, Poetry, sky
silver cloud wrapping
the lukewarm womb of the earth
like a priceless gift
Clouds, view from my window, Italy
# 356
