Poems
WITH ALDA MERINI
Not a kiss falls from you, nothing moves your armor of senses and you leave the Poet’s hand dead.
You are happy to tell him that you have no difficulty in thinking and in love
while you are happy
that when a pin or a wheel turns, creation or the firmament moves.
POEMS
DEPARTURE
I abandon myself to love, and catch flakes of air for the winter.
BROGLIO
If the shadow replies
the earth filled with your silence,
and take me down to the valley with my gaze straight towards the sea,
on your own, nothing else.
That apparitions belie reality, this is true but…
it’s as if my heart, after all,
doesn’t even appear anymore
between the hut towards the sun of wet earth and straw.
Nobody,
only the choruses of this slow and cumbersome shouting
scattered with sky and stars
removes your warriors’ scrap metal
like skins on naked bodies,
of the years of your history
and my slow ascent.
TO LEONARDO
I know the time
your time.
Just as the clouds look down on men from above.
And the infinite sea that separates us
repeats the sound of your genius
how you opened the rocks
to your gaze turned towards the mystery.
I swear Leonardo
I swear
to talk to you about art
of the art of your dreams
that enchant the universe.
I swear you called your path
like the look of your figure
that melts my sighs
but, you are not the siren song
nor the ashes of your clothes,
six centuries gone by
the fastest pace,
the desire of your time
intimate and distant.
LEUCOTEA
Alone,
honey, flowers,
me and the word.
Of this misogynistic space
there is loneliness,
and all other things perish.
The alchemy of art on me
that when I look at things I fall in love with them
and I’m still capable of crying
Yes,
in my life that flows unaware,
if now the end of my journey is here
or elsewhere
who cares.
I won’t be there anyway
because I will be elsewhere
perhaps I will return to my mother’s womb
or in the scattered air
to inebriate me with freedom
looking at this world
like when I was a child.
MELOGRANO
Chicchi splendenti
di prezioso melograno
saziano la mia arsura
goccia a goccia,
dolci.
Con sì vivide stille
è lungo il dissetarsi,
turgide,
schioccanti
tra lingua e denti
col lascito degli acini allappanti.
Ma ogni chicco spremuto
nella bocca mia avida d’acqua
è un pensiero d’amore,
il nostro amore
che la distanza distilla per essenza.
Ed ogni chicco è un bacio,
dolce,
desiderato…
che sete spegne e altra ne rinnova…
THE AIR I BREATHE
It is autumn, a harbinger of space,
that suddenly falls on your chest and falls in love,
until they form scattered verses on the white sheet.
It really counts,
who knows how to love the color of the clear sky.
Because it refreshes and lifts the already light spirit,
at the first flap of wings.
THE PERFECT SOURCE 2
Of the moon and stars your bright smile flows,
like the sea on your infinite body
of wild and solemn nature.
The elves among the silver pines hide the myth,
right in the exact spot
of the fresh water spring of Leucotea.
Because the kiss is ready,
under the tower that calls your name.