Monday, November 3, 2008

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'!

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"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!