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.
Continua a leggere “#Poetry:”Swallows”.”
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.
Continua a leggere “#Poetry:”I am my Home”.”
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.
Continua a leggere “#Poery: “A new Spring…””