Thursday, December 4, 2008

no title

If I close my big brown eyes
I can still see yours.
There, in my mind,
as green as leaves in spring.
I can still feel
The touch of your pale soft hands
On my warm embarrassed cheeks
Before you kissed me.
I can still hear your voice
Whispering “I love you”
as kind as you can be.
I can still taste you,
Still eat you,
Still smell you.

If I closed my eyes few months ago
I could have seen
This perfect scene:
You & me
Aged by the time
Happy, holding hands
All the past lest behind our backs
All that would matter would be our future.
Our family
Our house
Our life together.

But dreaming has just one big,
One huge problem:
It’s confined in a remote island
In the middle of our mind.
Dreams not always come true!

And now that you seem gone,
Lost in your snowed gray winter,
You ask me how I can still want to remember
When we were nothing but passion,
A river of blood & love through our bodies.
I told you that this hurting each other,
Telling either ourselves that we are better,
Now, with other people than before
Has no point.
I remember the loud sound of our laughs
At 5:00 in the sunny summer mornings.
And I remember all this things because
I’m still wondering,
Under this clear lightly cold winter sky,
“WHY?"

Friday, November 14, 2008

Reflection on Imagination

who have ever dreamed to rule the world? I mean, think about: you ave all he power, you can decide about everything, space and time are your business, life and death are your right and left hands. Now think that that is easy and simple, and not so expensive! do yo like it ? well, now you're ready to...imagine!
when i hold the pen, i feel like powerful: it's all about me, what I want, what I want my creations to do!
how do you think Talkien felt when Frodo was finally trowing that god damned Ring into the Fate mountain? Like a God!!
imagination gives you all the power to decide about all you want, the power to put into words, of just imagines in mind the colors' waterfall that lives in the between of heart and mind!
Think about all the rainbow colors, violet, blue, light blue, purple, green, red, yellow, orange, and on and on, that are alive in everybody, and when they mix each other, the let alive such wonderful creations.
imagine is a special power, some people doesn't have it, but whom that does have to preserve their present.
"is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination." - Ernest Hemingway
"Imagination is the quality given to a man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is." - Oscar Wilde

john lennon use to sing
"
magine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one"

he thought about a better world, like a God can think to modify this imperfect one!
and bunch of famous people shared with us their thoughts about what imagination is.
for me start to imagine about an amazing new world is like take a big breathe and then dive into a cold cold water during one of hottest summer day ever!
people thinks that growing up means leave into the past silly dreams, improbable experiences, and other stuff like these, but for what I've seen on this planet, life has every time the power to surprise us, so, don't let yourself to forget the amazing God power of IMAGINATION!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

no sense

staring at the window.
one slow drop fall down
my eyes are closed,
but I can see the world.
Another drop start the slow race.
No chances.
Every breathe of mine
is slow and deep.
In my mind everything moves so fast.
this poem has n o sense,
like this day!

Friday, November 7, 2008

shades of gray II

The mosquito was flying in the room, without taking care about was he was going.
The spider looked at him hoping that flying in that way he would fall in his web.
Suddenly the mosquito started to fly near the corner where the spider was hided, waiting for him.
He was in trap.
M:” Help me! Help me! I’m too young for die now!”
S:” I’m sorry, I’m too, and I’m hungry, I need for food!”
M:” I’ve a family!”
S:” Who cares! And by the way, mosquitoes are not the best fathers in the animal kingdom! Your offspring’s will not die without you! Find a better excuse…while I’ll be eating you!”
M:”Mmh…I…I…. I don’t taste good!”
S:” I know, but I need to survive!”
M:” You can have something better than me!”
S:” I cannot see anything else around. Sorry, you’re going to be the dinner!”
M:”But, but, you can choose, WAIT! You can be better! The world is not black or white, predators and preys!”
S:” Yes, I wait and then I die! And by the way, yes, it is!”
M:”You’re going to kill an innocent!!”
S:” I’ll survive after my dirty job, and a full stomach!”
M:” You can choose to have something healthier, it will give you a better life! What about a salad?”
S:”I’m a spider, I cannot change my diet, I cannot choose what I’m!”
M:”But…but…I don’t want to die!”
S:” And I don’t want to eat a thing that drinks human blood!! It sounds terrible!! By the way, I’ve no option, I’m sorry!”
M:”Human blood is so good! You should try!”
S:”NEVER! It sounds so terrible; I will never drink it! And humans are not happy while you drink them, so why do you not change?”
M:”Because…I…I have to survive!!”
S:”Me either, I’m sorry!”
S (after a while):”It didn’t taste that bad”

shades of gray

She was sitting in the armchair, closed eyes, listening to music, random songs on her I-Pod.
Slowly movements with her lips, acting singing loudly.
Oh, that song! How many memories did that song remind; she thought that at the end she was missing him, just a little bit.
The phone rang!
She:” hello?"
He:"hey!"
S:"you?"
H:"Me!! Why?"
S:"you...I...I didn't think you would ever call!"
H:"I know...but...I...WE need to talk!"
S:"Ok...but...I don't like it!"
H:"I know!!"
S:" so...?"
H:" I think it's over!"
S:"Us?"
H:"You're far...!"
S:"And did you take 3 months for realize that I'm far?"
H:" No I didn't! But I think I cannot stand it! You’re far!”
S:” huh! Ok honey, thank you! What’s wrong with you? How many times I told you:”if you want to break up do it now, before I’ll leave”? and you every times told me :” no, it’s ok, I’ll wait!” and now, NOW it’s over? 3 months later?”
H:” you decided to leave, it’s your decision, it means you don’t really love me!”
S:” What? Do you think that I had to choose between my two biggest dreams?”
H:” maybe…I’m not saying that, just you made your decision, I made mine!”
S:” that’s cool! I mean, why for you everything is just black or white? Is I left equal I don’t care about us?”
H:” maybe, I mean…yes it is…!”
S:” you can choose! I mean is not black or white, is not I leave or I love you! The problem is not there!!”
H:” nope?”
S:” the problem is that we are not made for be together! After a couples months we should have realized it, but we didn’t! I’m telling you now!”
H:"now you are the one who is putting limits, The world has shades!!"
S:" that's bad! as usual you thin that I'm the one who's wrong, you're always the right one!"
H:" this is how the world works, babe!"
S:" oooh!! I hate this!! ok, you're right it's over!"
H:" is it over?"
S:" yeah! I'll leave you with your black-and-white vision of the world, I'm sorry for you. I'll go on with my, shades of gray, colored vision, we'll see at the end who'll be right!"
H:" huh?"

Thursday, November 6, 2008

50 words poem

Jack Frusciante e' uscito dal gruppo
Jack Frusciante is out from the band


He's in love.
She's not.
They meet by chance.
Become friends.
She's going to leave
"Big Fly" in the US,
as she calls it.
She's been a hurricane
in his life;
after her nothing will be

The same old story.

He cried,

None knows that.
Thanks Aidi,
Alex loves you!


Monday, November 3, 2008

possible submissions

Naive poem
I'll forever remember that day
when my mother told me
"your uncle Gianfranco, he..
...he's gone away."
I was a little blond 5-years-old child,
and that night I was watching the TV.
My favorite show was on,
it was about a police dog named Rex.
I used to love that show.
My mother entered in my room,
I was sat on the floor,
my big eyes only for the TV.
She gave my the bad news,
then she went to the hospital.
I'm sure I didn't understand
what was going on.
I just turned to the TV,
enjoying the show.
I'm sure I thought:
"where did he go?"
I'm sure I thought:
"I'll see him soon!"
I'm sure I loved the show that night,
but I haven's seen him again.

Untitled #1
"It little profits
that an idle king,
by this still hearth'
among these barren crags
matched with an aged wife"
This was surely his favorite poem.
Can you imagine why?
Look at him, look his wife,
take a look also to his life.
Can you see something wrong?
I don't think so, also because
you can't see anything at all.
No fun, no smile,
no happiness, neither for a while.
Boring life on his own,
in their castle they were alone.
He could remember long time ago
when love and passion matched them in one soul.
but the time burned the flame
and no one can be called for this "Blame".
His work was boring,
his wife annoying,
his life completely a mess.
The last word you can see on his medical folder is: DEPRESS!




NARRATIVE POEM
I could tell you the story of the old girl who become a trapeze artist
or about the boy who joined My Circus looking for happiness,
but at the end found only a sad sad ocean of troubles,
and despite of that if you ask him if he would like to do all this again,
he will answered "YES!"
I could also tell you the story of one of our funniest clown,
but you will be surprised to know that he was the most pessimistic man I've never known.
I've been in this Circus for a long long time;
I was there when the Beautiful Girl arrived.
She was... Beautiful, of course, but this is not all.
She joined the Circus, but none knows why.
She took here fresh air, and everyone loves her.
She fall in love with our young Gymnast. He was in love with her.
One day they went away together.
One day he came back alone.
None knows what happened, he doesn't talk at all now.
I could tell you a lot of story about the people who comes here to see us.
And more and more stories about us,
or if you want you can come and see with your eyes
what I mean when I say:
" One day you come, one day you die,
none matters who you are between this time!!"





haiku

Cold winter snow falls.
Frozen water waits. A horse
runs away.So peaceful

one world poem.

Will remain forever in our hearts.
Childhood.


A.N.D.R.E.A.

Always
Near
Despite
Really
Extremely far
Away



Work Camp.

I remember the first, and last time I saw a picture of you.

I remember the room, and the soft light.

I remember i told my father:

"Oh my God, I'm shocked"

looking at the picture.

"she seems to have an empty soul,

what have they done her?"

He did not answered.

I remember i stood to stand near

your eyes just for a while, i was scared.

Horrified.

I remember you were a Jew, sat on the Birkenau railroad, waiting for the oven.

You seemed to be just a body, your soul had flown

away a long time before.

I remember all these things because i can't forget

how i felt standing near your picture,

knowing that millions of you are blowing in the wind.

I remember all these things because I'm

still wondering:

"WHY?"






something about that girl

"I am special" the little girl said "I can understand animals."
"huh?" someone looked at her " oh sweet honey pie, and what kind of animals?"
"just one, I can understand humans. I'm able to understand human behaviour."
Then usually a polite smile, and everyone went away, leaving the little girl who could understand humans alone.
But she was able to understand humanity 's behaviour, and so she always understood why she was alone :
this is the reason why none believed that she was special; they thought that she was just a child that made stupid child joke.
a night she was sleeping in her bed, and a old tired man entered in her peaceful dreams
"hi." she said.
"hello." he answered.
"they said that you can understand humanity's behaviour!"
"yes, it's true!"
"and why none care of you?"
"for the same reason why none would like to have been looking in the eyes : none would like that a little child could understand the most secret things that he had thought, his most hide sides."
"oh, you are right!"
"thanks!"
"so, tell me how do you do what you do?"
"I don't know. I just can understand the human behaviour."
"This is good. I'm the one who CREATED them, and still now I'm trying to understand what they do, where I went wrong!"




down in the valley

endless.

looking the river flowing down in the valley,

i feel the world inside me.

we are a part of the universe,
it breathe with us,
it smile with us
and cry with us.
endless.
the wind through my hair.
close my eyes and now i can feel.
endless.
i let the wind carry me on
and i blow away, left my body behind
i can fly away, I'm the endless wind.



like children

there's something of a child in the way i look at you.
then a quite smile while you are sleeping,
and i come back to the reality.
i turn on the other side
and fall asleep.
every morning when i open my eyes
i find your ones.
and you say
"i feel like a child looking at you, while you are sleeping"
and i smile
and together we restart to play with our life
like children

Naive poem

I'll forever remember that day
when my mother told me
"your uncle Gianfranco, he..
...he's gone away."
I was a little blond 5-years-old child,
and that night I was watching the TV.
My favorite show was on,
it was about a police dog named Rex.
I used to love that show.
My mother entered in my room,
I was sat on the floor,
my big eyes only for the TV.
She gave my the bad news,
then she went to the hospital.
I'm sure I didn't understand 
what was going on.
I just turned to the TV, 
enjoying the show.
I'm sure I thought:
"where did he go?"
I'm sure I thought:
"I'll see him soon!"
I'm sure I loved the show that night,
but I haven's seen him again.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Little Messy

Little Messy was so sad
Stand her name was so hard.
Long time ago her mum gave it to her
and she loved it till the end.
Only Messy hated her name,
it was like a punch in her eyes.
She thought it was wrong,
she wasn't messy, at all.
Everyone was completely sure 
that the order was far from her.
And she always denied,
or at least she tried.
At the end she lost her self,
in a little messy place!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

She's the one Who knows everything..

She's the God of knowledge. She is the one who you have to prey if your History project is completely undone, and the due is for TOMORROW!
You will find here in schools, churches, library, sometimes in the discussions between friends, but sometimes you will search for her, and you will be surprise to don't find her at all!
Anyway, Just remember, she has a name, and if you want, you have just to ask for Wikipi'!

Untitled #1

"It little profits
that an idle king,
by this still hearth'
among these barren crags
matched with an aged wife"
This was surely his favorite poem.
Can you imagine why?
Look at him, look his wife,
take a look also to his life.
Can you see something wrong?
I don't think so, also because
you can't see anything at all.
No fun, no smile,
no happiness, neither for a while.
Boring life on his own,
in their castle they were alone.
He could remember long time ago
when love and passion matched them in one soul.
but the time burned the flame
and no one can be called for this "Blame".
His work was boring,
his wife annoying,
his life completely a mess.
The last word you can see on his medical folder is: DEPRESS!

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

my literary magazine

I think we should make our magazine on  the "behaviors", so use stories and poems about he people, what we are, our more hided secrets, what people shows to the rest of the world and what people tries to hide to everyone!!
I think in our class everyone has once written something about strange people, or simplest, about the Human being!!
also we should use pictures of us, or pictures drawn by us, is our magazine, is our work!!

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

narrative poem

I could tell you the story of the old girl who become a trapeze artist
or about the boy who joined My Circus looking for happiness,
but at the end found only a sad sad ocean of troubles,
and despite of that if you ask him if he would like to do all this again,
he will answered "YES!"
I could also tell you the story of one of our funniest clown,
but you will be surprised to know that he was the most pessimistic man I've never known.
I've been in this Circus for a long long time;
I was there when the Beautiful Girl arrived.
She was... Beautiful, of course, but this is not all.
She joined the Circus, but none knows why.
She took here fresh air, and everyone loves her.
She fall in love with our young Gymnast. He was in love with her.
One day they went away together.
One day he came back alone.
None knows what happened, he doesn't talk at all now.
I could tell you a lot of story about the people who comes here to see us.
And more and more stories about us,
or if you want you can come and see with your eyes
what I mean when I say:
" One day you come, one day you die,
none matters who you are between this time!!"


underneath the rubble a key lay

underneath the rubble a key lay. It seems to be very old an heavy: let's go catch it and try to understand what it would open. I took the key with my hand, and then I heard a voice: " It's funny the story about why the key is there"
I look at the key and then asked :" what is that story?"
"A long time ago" -the voice started- "there was, norther to this city, an old caste, where used to live our most important family. They were a noble family, the most rich and powerful of our country.
None could enter in the castle, only them, the family's members. They didn't have friends, no slavery: none that wasn't one of them had ever seen the castle.
The big gold key you are holding was the key of the main door: the father of the family used to have it around his neck, with a small gold chain."
I held the key harder, and waited for the next..
"when they were walking in the city everyone was outside to see them: they were awesome, but they had never invited one form this city to one of the huge parties the used to made o the castle.
the guests used to arrive from far far away,and used to be to the castle for a while, then they used to go away as they arrived: without a reason, without big noises.
the time passed and the people of the village started to be angry with them: they seemed to live in another planet, and never cared about what the village thought of them.
one day a arrived to the village a group of strange people. It was night, and they asked directions for the castle: none wasted time and in few minutes all the village was giving them the right directions to get to the castle. what can do the jealousy.
But they weren;t here for a party. As soon as they arrived to the castle started the biggest fight ever, and all the village had clear why they never invited us to their parties : the were vampires, and they were hiding from their biggest enemies...we had just let them to find our protectors family.
As you can see, nothing is left after the war. Their enemies won, and then destroyed everything..and kill them all".
Still holding the key I turned around to see my story teller, I saw only an old black cat. He looked at me, and said " that's all my friend", them he jumped away, leaving me completely shocked!

Monday, October 6, 2008

The Batman

they thought it was a funny name:
the Batman; ok, my intention were these,
be like an idol,
but can you imagine a batman that hates bats?

the first months was great!
Then for every stupid guy that tried to do something stupid,
They called me...every time, EVERY SINGLE TIME.
it's kinda boring.

you cannot take shower after work,
that someone want to steal from a bank.
And the police? “where is the problem?!”
“we can call that Batman, he will solve everything.”

and i hate bats, I'm afraid of bats;
they're everywhere, and they fly, through my hair...it's terrible!
I don't know why i decided for the bats
I've always hated them.

Now I cannot close my eyes that I see bats everywhere.
they think it's funny, show me every time bats..
but I cannot sleep in night..
I'LL HATE THEM FOREVER!

Last Blues To Be Read Some Day

't was only a flirt 

you sure did know- 

some one was hurt

long time ago. 



All is the same 

time has gone by- 

some day you came 

some day you'll die.


Some one has died

long time ago- 

some one who tried 

but didn't know.


Cesare Pavese




this is the first and last poem written in english by Cesare Pavese, one of the most important italian writer.
when i say last i mean last forever : this is the last one he wrote, few months later he committed suicide, leaving in his room only a post -it “sorry for the mess”.
i love very much this poem because I think it show perfectly how can hurt a fake love, just a flirt, for one, but everything for the other one!

I don't know why but sometimes it seems that aren't we that fall in love with a poem, but it's the way the poem arrive to us that make us love it.
It is what happened between this poem and me, it arrived me in the best moment, when I needed for it.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

W.R.I.T.I.N.G.

What
Really
I love and
Think
I just
Need to
Graph

A.N.D.R.E.A.

Always
Near
Despite
Really
Extremly far
Away

haiku

Cold winter snow falls.
Frozen water waits. A horse
runs away.So paceful

E.N.D.L.E.S.S.

End?
None.
Deep
Loves are
Endless.
Since we'll be
Smiling

one world poem.

Will remain forever in our hearts.
Childhood.
The cat in an empty apartment


Die—you can't do that to a cat.
Since what can a cat do
in an empty apartment?
Climb the walls?
Rub up against the furniture?
Nothing seems different here,
but nothing is the same.
Nothing has been moved,
but there's more space.
And at nighttime no lamps are lit.

Footsteps on the staircase,
but they're new ones.
The hand that puts fish on the saucer
has changed, too.

Something doesn't start
at its usual time.
Something doesn't happen
as it should.
Someone was always, always here,
then suddenly disappeared
and stubbornly stays disappeared.

Every closet has been examined.
Every shelf has been explored.
Excavations under the carpet turned up nothing.
A commandment was even broken,
papers scattered everywhere.
What remains to be done.
Just sleep and wait.

Just wait till he turns up,
just let him show his face.
Will he ever get a lesson
on what not to do to a cat.
Sidle toward him
as if unwilling
and ever so slow
on visibly offended paws,
and no leaps or squeals at least to start.

-- Wislawa Szymborska

I really love cats, so this poem talk directly to my heart.
Also I think is a very good interpretation of our sometimes childlike pride, that most of us will never lose despite the age.

Work Camp.

I remember the first, and last time I saw a picture of you.

I remember the room, and the soft light.

I remember i told my father:

"Oh my God, I'm shocked"

looking at the picture.

"she seems to have an empty soul,

what have they done her?"

He did not answered.

I remember i stood to stand near

your eyes just for a while, i was scared.

Horrified.

I remember you were a Jew, sat on the Birkenau railroad, waiting for the oven.

You seemed to be just a body, your soul had flown

away a long time before.

I remember all these things because i can't forget

how i felt standing near your picture,

knowing that millions of you are blowing in the wind.

I remember all these things because I'm

still wondering:

"WHY?"

ITHACA

As you set out for Ithaca
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
angry Poseidon - don't be afraid of them:
you' ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
wild Poseidon - you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbours you're seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind -
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.

Keep Ithaca always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you're destined for.
But don't hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you're old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you've gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.

Ithaca gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn't have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.

Kostantine Kavafis


this is one of my favorite poems. This  is the one I have dedicate to my exchange experience, and however to all my life.

I think that everyone who knows something about Omero and his old poems will love how Kavavis have used his work adapting it to our lives.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

something about that girl

"I am special" the little girl said "I can understand animals."
"huh?" someone looked at her " oh sweet honey pie, and what kind of animals?"
"just one, I can understand humans. I'm able to understand human behaviour."
Then usually a polite smile, and everyone went away, leaving the little girl who could understand humans alone.
But she was able to understand humanity 's behaviour, and so she always understood why she was alone :
this is the reason why none believed that she was special; they thought that she was just a child that made stupid child joke.
a night she was sleeping in her bed, and a old tired man entered in her peaceful dreams
"hi." she said.
"hello." he answered.
"they said that you can understand humanity's behaviour!"
"yes, it's true!"
"and why none care of you?"
"for the same reason why none would like to have been looking in the eyes : none would like that a little child could understand the most secret things that he had thought, his most hide sides."
"oh, you are right!"
"thanks!"
"so, tell me how do you do what you do?"
"I don't know. I just can understand the human behaviour."
"This is good. I'm the one who CREATED them, and still now I'm trying to understand what they do, where I went wrong!"