Ita version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/22/poesiarondini/


I see swallows,

all around  me,

flying in this spring,

They form some ring.

I see all of these swallows,

Life suddenly seems simple, shallow.

I do feel so hollow,

What road should I follow?
now, life seems to be in peace,

my mind, no longer broken piece.

Nature speaks to me,

she makes me feel so free.

For some time, I forget about my problems,

I fly, with the swallows, closing my eyes, randoms.

I see the sun leaving,

maybe I should too.

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#Poetry:”I am my Home”.

Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/18/poesiacasa-e-dove-sono-io/

“No place like home”,

but home is where heart is,

home is where you are,

so where I am.

I don’t need to escape from here,

I can be anywhere, far or near.

My home is wherever I go,

like a snail,

in every plane,

in every train,

every city, every name.

It doesn’t matter if I stay,

or if I leave,

where I am, where I live.

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#Poery: “A new Spring…”

Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/03/26/poesiauna-nuova-primavera/

And it has come,

the new season,

shocks with passion.

It smells new, renewed,

I feel reborn.

Suddenly, all of a sudden: freed.

I don’t think about the past anymore,

I don’t want to be chained anymore.

I remain in love

And if you allow, I stay with hope,

but it takes a look into the future.

Now it would take a miracle: for sure.

You know though, I’m sure what I’ve heard,

without the need to describe in words,

there is no need for something built.

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