VOICES FROM THE WORLD
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PERFUMES
(@_._COMA_._)
Go out in the evening to the balcony with freshness,
remembers the mind to the heart, youth,
that she got distracted in weariness
of a poor man without wisdom.
Din on the rope, colors spread,
master of fate, feelings hanging,
the arms extended to the beloved,
brute blows to the chest, taken.
Then, to your it, confused,
lemon smell, acrid infusion.
Full limbs, leathery souls,
all the fleeting flesh embers,
fill will, pettia,
the universe abuse.
Bramante the verdon to the white,
tear the talcum smoke,
consume until it is ration,
to think love, put a slice.
When the heart returns to the par artifice,
I felt that it is hard to speak of er, sacrifice.
Benefit me,
and there, evil.
He made limoncello,
the limon of your brush.
NAME / JOB / TITLE
TODAY
SARAH DELLI PRISCOLI
I went out today
in the way it is possible today.
I needed to feel the sun on my skin;
I needed to see natural light;
I needed to touch a freedom that I no longer feel mine.
Today the sun comes and goes:
maybe he doesn't want to make me happy,
maybe he wants to play
or maybe, he's afraid he'll cough in his face.
Today the light is refracting:
he wanted to look inside me,
but inside it's empty,
it's grey,
it's off.
Today freedom doesn't taste the same as it always did:
tastes like sofas and blankets,
tastes like concrete and paint,
smells like floor, walls and ceiling.
Today the time is up:
the sun has decided to leave me;
the light has decided to ignore me.
I'm starting to feel cold on this lookout welded to my building.
I should come back,
but I have to resist
because even freedom has decided:
he decided to hug me.
NAME / JOB / TITLE
PERFUMES
(@_._COMA_._)
Go out in the evening to the balcony with freshness,
remembers the mind to the heart, youth,
that she got distracted in weariness
of a poor man without wisdom.
Din on the rope, colors spread,
master of fate, feelings hanging,
the arms extended to the beloved,
brute blows to the chest, taken.
Then, to your it, confused,
lemon smell, acrid infusion.
Full limbs, leathery souls,
all the fleeting flesh embers,
fill will, pettia,
the universe abuse.
Bramante the verdon to the white,
tear the talcum smoke,
consume until it is ration,
to think love, put a slice.
When the heart returns to the par artifice,
I felt that it is hard to speak of er, sacrifice.
Benefit me,
and there, evil.
He made limoncello,
the limon of your brush.
NAME / JOB / TITLE
START
@_._COMA_._
BEGINNING, of a man.
BEGINNING, of a denied love.
BEGINNING, of a hidden life.
BEGINNING, of a wonderful dream.
START, your arm around your neck.
START, your hand in mine.
START, your mouth on mine.
START, your tongue between mine.
START, your hand on the chest.
START, your leg in the bed.
BEGINNING, of an excellent embrace.
BEGINNING, of a complex love.
BEGINNING, of a new affection.
BEGINNING, of a life of effect.
BEGINNING, of a perfect man.
START.
NAME / JOB / TITLE
BLUE WAITED
MARIA LUCREZIA RALLO
I found you
in the cynicism of my days ...
Feel about me
the weight of silence that is close to me,
the dismay of waiting
and the hunger to be able to touch your heart.
In the stillness that surrounds me,
in the time that ungodly passes
I found you.
Between the pages of a never finished book,
in that song that plays the same riff ...
I got lost in looking for you.
The sun kisses your hair,
the eyes open to the wind e
hands play with shadows
of feeling.
Nothing appears clearer to me
of the invisible that separates us e
it takes us away.
I would like to touch the sky, and
touch that infinity you fear.
I wish I could hug you and
to sail with you the waters of monsters,
of insecurities ...
You won't know any of this,
the tear you don't shed
drowns me
and my dismay lulls me.
The feeling burns in my belly
and I await peace in our silence.
What does my soul reflect?
What is my dreaded instinct looking for?
Cold wastes of torment
they accompany us in our nights
and in that blue I cancel
what is mine
to make room for what
I wish it was mine.
NAME / JOB / TITLE
MY NIGHT VALLIGIANA MONICA PARODI
The sky at magical dusk appears to me,
the blue that blackens by changing shades
the day that runs away fast and blushing
behind the mountain he runs and shyly hides.
Who knows what the fluffy sun will do
when it hides from our prying eyes,
when it plunges into the distant horizon
in that place that echoes infinitely to us.
Even sounds fall asleep in the evening,
alone the owl and the owl answer each other
while the wolf greets the moon
and the toad complains by the river.
Then cold the night settles down,
it covers the inhabited areas scattered throughout the valley;
by their lights will soon be violated
as from a thousand blows of a cold sword.
This is my valley night
that between magic and stillness is enchanted
skillful dance between past and future
and punctually repeats itself, every present evening
NAME / JOB / TITLE
EXILE
FABIANA SERGIO
I exile myself
From the world
When this
Death penalty
My principles:
I don't live where
I have no power to
Express myself,
I despair
Of non-freedom.
I signed a contract
With myself:
Exile
Not as abandonment
As a find
Of missing pieces
Of my essence.
NAME / JOB / TITLE
NAME / JOB / TITLE
N ° 1
RICCARDO ANDRES DEMARTINI
It has cracks and fractures through which my soul whispers Blows, my mask
Desperate attempts to corrupt others
Opulent glitter, my poor mask
He dreams of being a star but he is only a moon
But this mask of mine
He is everything, he knows everything and he is for everyone
This mask of mine is irrefutable proof and a blank canvas
My mask never takes off anymore
But that's okay
It is my mask, the gateway between me and the world
It is my mask
NAME / JOB / TITLE
ENCHANT
FABIANA SERGIO
I wish I had the privilege
To love you
While the turntable is enchanted
And I live the spell
Of your hands on my skin
Like dancers
At their latest essay
Get drunk on your movements
Of your breaths
And then disappear, disappear
And watch you while
I become transparent
See you approach the window
And be breeze
Light and sharp
Gently touch you
Not to be heard either
The matter, the skin, the flesh
Only spring breeze
It is the love of those who know how to fly
Beyond, beyond the horizons
Beyond what you see,
Disapparate
To protect you
From the sins of the body.
NAME / JOB / TITLE
ON TOE IN PAIN ...
MONICA PARODI
On tiptoe I walk in silence,
the void I contemplate lost,
I hear only the wind in this desert.
A wasteland where it only echoes
the echo of broken dreams mixed with tears.
Pain I feel, it rises, it invades me, it breaks me.
A tear streak my face like a blade,
then he falls to the greedy earth from the long void.
A cry pierces the silence, the legs give way.
Then a faint sound of life echoes,
from the noise of nowhere a face,
two eyes stare at me scattered, in an open smile.
I walk on tiptoe, holding out my hand
as if the sound of footsteps were pain
through the rubble of mine and your heart
NAME / JOB / TITLE
WATCH THE ALBERTO MOSCONE METEORITE
Look at the meteorite,
Do you see it crumble with every breath? Reverse its time,
Reverse its run, watch it.
Watch him collect every piece of himself along the way.
Each boulder an event,
Each stone a memory,
Each grain a breath.
Now look at me.
Reverse my time,
Reverse my ride.
With the meteor in my eyes Watch me disintegrate over time. I am one
I'm all
I'm nothing.
NAME / JOB / TITLE
SLIDERS
@_._COMA_._
Sometimes I wish
Only
Someone at my door:
Do I go up or down?
NAME / JOB / TITLE
SHUT UP...
MANUEL PALA
Shut up...
Turn off the squares
Obscure the signs
Let me be
What I feel.
Don't keep me in these chains of
judgments
Don't hold my hands
Precipitated
Don't put out the fire on mine
lips;
Let them wear out
Of his love!
I don't want words They would be useless ...
Give me love
NAME / JOB / TITLE
DOCTOR!
SALIMI SOBHI
Doctor! For two months, My poems have not menstruated.
Congratulations!
Your pen is pregnant. Wait seven months to cry a page.
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NAME / JOB / TITLE
QUEERS IN TUNISIA
CHOUAIB ELHAJJAJI
Where's Home?
Is It In Your Heart Or Is It Above The Clouds?
Is It A Happy Place?
The Rumors Tell A Different Tale
Loud Inner Conversations Can I Escape It?
Does Religion Have The Power To Explain It
Am I Safe?
With All These Layers Of Illusion Over My Face? Too Many Questions, Is This How You Become Insane? Where's Home?
You broke your children
But we keep going on
And in your name
Against your gates
We revolt
To write a history for all
Let the blood streams mix with the nicotine
We are making you our home
NAME / JOB / TITLE
LITTLE FORGOTTEN POEMS
MARTINA PASSALACQUA
maybe
I was wrong
To lean on me so much
On you
That if you move
I fall...
IS
With all my strength
In spite of everything
I try to hold on
To you
NAME / JOB / TITLE
THAT YOU CAN
WHITE ATLAS
May you love me
In spite of the time
May you hear me
FragiLe like the wind
That no matter where we are,
Because we always find ourselves.
May you live
Wearing my perfume
How I live wearing yours
As if it were the only one in the world.
As if every breath took me to you.
May you love me
Without limits and fears
The world will stop and look at us
He will cover us with his silence,
his screams, his envy. Aware that
if it ever tries to divide us
would collapse
disappearing under the gaze of people who are born, grow up, die
but hardly ever lives,
hardly ever loves.
An army
intimidated by the freedom lost in the sea of ​​time.
You, make sure you allow yourself to love me
to hear me.
Make it so
To find in my Heart
A sincere ally,
Make sure,
May you
in spite of the weather
don't get tired mAi
to caress its thorns.
NAME / JOB / TITLE