poems that are placed by Cristina Annino, chosen from his latest collection: "eagle's home." besides being a wonderful person, Cristina is a wonderful poet, original.
I like the relationship it has with certain natural elements such as rain, with water in general ... but also with fire, and then the contrast between earth and sky, often repeated.
I love its atmosphere ... full of life and presence.
place those poems in which the bond is greater with the way I feel, those texts in which most reflects my character. This is because this blog does not claim to criticism, but simply as a container, a little 'like a diary, to collect what has touched me more deeply in the steps of my life.
good read.
Symphony for S.
They had never written letters together, and yet he was carrying
the letterhead. Always. Really, he loved her in
that way, and that's it. But she
raccaterebbe back on the streets, the heart-
massacres
things slowly, there is time, indeed! - and
back home, in color
without to stay still in the fire
difference between them.
answer is no obligation
pizzerias are you, dementia
bright, corners, crossroads and
climbs.
She is the earthly sense that I have, if the flickering
muscle splitting your fingers on the wall. But how many
loves, you know
last on earth? If you know it. Or how many murders
should do, what
reading, language on the ground, tirandoci
the spoon on the lips?
How many hours will you give us not to finish it so,
paw in the pan, to fry.
time ever, his beautiful
Folly is with the inside. Often
put on the wall in front of the Latvian
curly "please be for a soup of mullet and
deadly as the sea." The
scuoierà , and meanwhile the
palpable sucking storms
hand conifer. Accordingly, he
dumb bottoms of
itself, with that
his way to smoke one, and also with the rest
Great Cotta.
not tell her anything to anyone.
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