Metamorphosis and rebirth, Page 2
Rosario Volpi
perhaps no one ever will meet.
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When I die
When I die,
will bury me where break the waves,
the sea will drink my blood cold
and my soul will be
the voice,
the last acute
of all the waves that bend it.
When I die, You will not see me!
No one will see me!
and yet
my grave will be on all the beaches!
and yet
my blood will fill the oceans!
When I die, flee from the sea!
Because if I shall hear your voice,
if only I'll feel your scent,
if only your shadow will cover the rocks ...
my blood turn on the seabed
and from all the coasts of the earth
waves of passion
will be to overwhelm you.
When I die,
You will not see me!
No one will see me! And yet
I will be there where the sea!
You will not see me! - No one will see me!
and yet
I will be there where the sky and sea
kissing forever.
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I
I walk the roads of distant cities,
paths, the woods of my house,
the banks of rivers,
beaches,
but I am, always.
The ego that soweth the poem,
the poetry that takes root
between the stones
and hides the first leaves
between leaves larger.
I'll be a poet when people
will take the flower of my verses
and breathe the petals of my words.
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The hair
Chills
like caresses of sighs ...
waves on the shore
that touch the feet:
your hair on my face.
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The lips
If I were as small as an ant
I would sleep in your nose
to fall out of bed every morning,
only to fall
on your lips.
Your lips:
a pillow of sweetness.
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Ecstasy of your eyes
It is when
You opened your eyes,
who was born on the night solar
and, on the wasteland
of my being,
bloomed
rose of peace,
fragrance of your being,
colorful of all.
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Aurora
Aurora,
marine spirits
describe
your sky sprinkled with emerald.
the flow
solar slips
on ocean waters
as rows of honey
that furrow
kissing,
your goddess skin.
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Epitaph
My body
was a sea of words.
The soul,
the wave that made them vibrate.
If you ever seek my face,
remember,
my only photos,
are pages of ink
to which only you can make sense of.
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Ode to the passion.
Oh topaz, amber bright,
tail of a comet alone.
In you is reflected
the dawn of my eyes,
you find peace in
the night of my dreams.
Give up the constellation of purity,
dissolve your bones of rock
and fall!
furious,
in the cold sky of my soul!
fall as the sun
in a dark space,
like life in death!
Burn the boat of my heart
so we burn away, sinking
in the sea of passion.
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Eternal Kiss
You'll always have
the slow embrace of the sun and water,
with eyes closed,
breathing the second
that separate you from another wave
and yet another wave ...
on the shore of a body
that stirs forever,
above the time,
that consumes without being consumed.
There is a rock
a rock with green moss, static
but alive
in its fixity says yes,
a rock that knows not to die,
know that the sea will not stop its motion
To overwhelm ... ever.
Will be consumed in the passion,
like a kiss perennial
until it becomes
sand,
overwhelmed even more
the ocean of eternity.
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Waiting
I will wait,
that the estuary
of your lips
verses
between the cracks in blighted
of my soul,
the sweetness
chained in your eyes.
I'll wait
the bloody jasper
and button of my chest
get wet of your purity
and, drink of extinguishing
the stifled gasp
that comes with
my sighs.
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The millimetric space
I take only the moment,
the delirious silence
that separates the wave from the shore.
I breath the essence,
the peace of the sea,
that it contains the millimetric space
before the last wave
flood the sand.
In these oscillating jerks
it is as if seabirds
explain the wings to the sky
leaving soft hiss,
or buds instant
that opening,
reveal the texture of silk scented
that the sea weaves
in its abysmal depths.
Now the sea is far
but no matter.
Because every day,
every hour that I scan your face,
I feel the same act of life,
the same imperceptible avalanche of emotions,
that keeps the instant
before the wave touches the sand.
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Love without unknowns
You and I, we look for the unusual,
the impalpable love
and for others it dissolves in dreams,
changing its shape.
Neither I, nor you welcome
the annoying question of reality,
the unspoken words
smiles masked
jealousies acid
pride brutal.
Neither I, nor you, know the meaning,
this does not really belong to us.
We live in those dreams,
others conceal,
in them we were born,
in these dreams
we have found the form,
the natural meaning of our existence.
Everything turned out for themselves,
when we found ourselves
as complements of the same equation.
One possible solution:
the simple love, love without unknowns.
