POEMS Thou drawing the boundaries of high mountains, where the moss is dissected

dying. You appear to me a calm night with stars above the sea throwing flowers
crying. Your smile I search in the water, which approaches the receding shore, a
dream vanished too early. I am only thinking of you. Love Poem Mountains furrow
ed, as waves of Marevivo breathing in the sun on terramuri expanses of barren ro
ck, made by hand pazientepiccole isolated houses that smell of smoke and wine -
sea salt on top, higher than the sky to 'orizzontepiccoli men dirty, bent as pri
ests, the great altar of nature. Cinque Terre Screws machines on earth, as women
in prayer, on trails winding hills of earthy stone walls, sun-like reptiles. Me
n and women alike in face and acting within. Heather and ferns and pines, scrub
and gold bars, racing towards the sun, singing odes to the wind whispering etern
al. Vineyards of the Cinque Terre
It echoes voices as chase for the terraces between the rows of vines winding Lie
on the floor, tired, which tend to cluster, fast hands and knotted. Squeaks, li
ke singing old cellars in dark prisons, gears now corroded by the salt sea blows
, squeeze the grapes stored. A memory, now last, festive summer harvest at five
past earth and are returned there, on the barren cliffs, to listen to long silen
ces and wind carrying scents of warm sea, earth and herbs. Acre resin and thyme,
sweetish of smilax and ivy in bloom. To dream, do not think, child find myself
among the ancient stones, thrown at random by a strong hand to find the eternity
of time. Cliffs of the Cinque Terre The wind that rises from the sea port silen
ce the silence of the mountains, vineyards, pines that run in the cliffs landsli
de. This great peace of sun and air quiet the soul and stripped of all desire. H
ere your life is nourished only by wind and sea in a perpetual movement that see
ms frozen in time. Sunsets-Cinque Terre 1975
You've been living a dream Yet you really continuous. You were my green tree yet
I've been good. You were unstoppable fire yet for the soul ashes. You were fres
h water source yet burned joint pain. You have been the principle of love Yet th
e end of my life. Yet I can not speak the dialect break, I can not speak the dia
lect of Cadimare, I only speak the dialect of my heart. To you with my voice, I
sing my little woman, enchanted, sweet and light as a flower petal. I extend to
you and weave garlands, pillows and avenues adorned with roses. You inhale the s
cent of a woman who stuns and makes me dream. Long, lonely, endless beaches, clo
uds, wind that makes me fly. And when the dream is lost to you return to sing, o
r young woman, who you name to bright light. My dialect 1975 Lord, my God, now I
commend you, my mother. Love her, comfort her, Defend Just as you did with your
s. You gave me only her, and she gave me everything, everything I needed. Not a
mother but many mothers do not single parents but many parents. Cover it with a
warm blanket of stars, talk to her in words calm and joyful. All his wrongs put
them on my behalf, spares nothing, if not, I can, whenever you want, kneel at hi
s feet. Prayer for my mother
Yet his eyes closed and your laughter. I pretend to sleep next to you to turn on
with your face. Flowers in bud, the pale sun rays Your expected to live, to bre
athe with your life. Untie your hair, opens as corolla, spread your perfume, ope
n your body, winding of fresh water. My spirit takes to beat even faster to pant
, with your movements awakened. The clothes of the day fall on your body, still
naked, fast and light to cover it, they take to vibrate and dance. Branches of a
tree, bursting eternal whisper love. Awakening two of us are left alone to love
, just keep on dreaming. Your thoughts tired of my gliders I fly. I fill my sky
so many balloons and sent them up as children do. My thoughts against the laws,
against morality that makes me go against the usual and especially against my li
fe that I have more friends. I learned to love even those who hurts me just to b
e able to breathe and grow. The last part of my life to the dry cold with no hop
e. Only my dreams keep me company when all have gone away. Dreams of you that I'
ve closed the door on him when he was still young, I've said enough. Now that I
have given you reason mock me and call me bum. Life
My sky is green, the green of a pergola. My house is silence, the silence of the
woods. My love is a woman's face from the sun, from the arms of trees, the body
of rivers.€My love is nature. Tonight nature, unusual, and the moon dance in y
our bosom in the arms stretched up. Stop, compliant, the clouds look. disappears
entirely, as fearful look, then reaffirms brazen light to watch the games that
love weaves. Your face disappears, now lights up with so many stars, now reappea
rs in the whole reflected beam, bright, insistent. Pulsate your eyes el'affannos
a mouth now closes, now opens, now smiles, reaches out, gives up in kisses, he h
ides. Everything revolves tonight, your face, the moon, my heart, the clouds, th
e sky together. I pick between my skin and your hair black magic drops, concave
universe leads from ancient worlds now extinct, hearts of fans that love has lef
t. These pairs of lovers fake shiny metal, like your eyes, rebels still vivid fo
r long fiery battle infinite no longer reflect the sun but shadows. This takes r
eal lesson learned: nothing is true, nothing is a lot of light, appearance and r
eality are combined in order. The Naked Truth without flowers or regret? Is impo
rtant to make room for those who knock. Misunderstanding
In my garden the sun is born better looking, larger, more fragrant, the stronger
a flower that attracts the sight! Light color, sky's mantle, the dawn pulse, fe
male forms. All the floral family surprised him look with reverence to places co
hort. Why him so much grace is given, together with an invoice that other theft
is wrong and doom? Perhaps the end will not equal the other in the evening does
not bowed down and lie on his back? My thought is lost in silence, the distant s
tars ask omen. The flower