Poesie

Thu, 16 Sep 2021 00:37:44 +0200

In questa sezione ho raccolto alcune poesie, scritte in particolari momenti della mia vita.

La scelta di pubblicarle su questo sito è stata dura, perché sono delle poesie abbastanza personali, ma che potrebbero servire ad altre persone che hanno provato le mie stesse sensazioni. Inoltre è sempre utile ricevere un giudizio del lettore.

Queste poesie sono state un aiuto in alcuni momenti difficili ed è un esercizio molto valido per affinare di più la mia conoscenza della lingua inglese. Infatti credo che non sia così semplice scrivere in una lingua che non è la propria, e le rime complicano seriamente le cose.

Purtroppo non riesco a risalire alle date esatte in cui sono state scritte, ma posso dire che risalgono al periodo che inizia dall’estate del 2004.

Buona lettura!

Loneliness - Summer 2004

Loneliness, you don’t realize of her
and she’s already there
She has long arms to surrond you
in a dull embrace
turing a clear path into a foggy trace<>br

She can sweep away
all my happy thoughts
about friends, love, the wolrd iself is now
grey

It’s like living in a closed, locked case
alone without any grace
I loose my hold on reality
I have to strain to fight
against her brutality
But my hands are bare
and my force is no more

Wait, I’m not alone
there’s the loneliness over me,
we talk to each other
She’s sitting on her throne
She is my beloved, my princess
I live with the loneliness

Loneliness, sweet fantasy - Autumn 2004

I could live happy moments with her
Not much is required,
loneliness, torpor, darkness
I can imagine thousands of stories
Oh, so sweet fantasy,
spare me some company
‘Cos only when you are
I’m happy
Alone no more

She’s so beautiful,
we’re talking to each other,
smiling and leading us,
hand in hand into foreseen matters
I’m fine with her
but she isn’t real
I woke up in my bed
‘cos she was without the head

Breaking in - Spring 2005

Like lighting in a cloudless sky
Like a laugh after a sorrow cry
I’ve heard you breaking in

‘Twas a fast moment, not long, not planned
A sweet touch and voice and my heart,
Clamped
You were ruling the game
with the impetuousness of impatient child,
cheeky as if you knew me for years

Like a sudden flash after ages of darkness
Like a thread of hope after despair knitting
I’ve felt you breaking in

I fell,
not because of weakness
not because of your shamelessness
I fell because of the whole you

Time will pass,
like the light through a glass,
future unclear,
like a fabric not stoo sheer
A single thing I surely know
I was living my life and suddenly
without warning
I’ve heard you breaking in

A piece that doesn’t fit - July 2005

Three weeks ago I begun a puzzle
That puzzle was your face
I saw it growing every day
Your smile coming up pace by pace

And day by day, a simple carton shape
a piece from the lot I placed
How to figure out where it mate?
Then the original hidden fear
slowly came up, thin as a spear.

A single hole in the puzzle remained
A small piece in the bunch, explained:
I realize the uselessness of the game
as my hand was holding that small coloured strain

After all, there was no point in trying to fit
that strange piece,
the last of the heap.

The Art of Waiting - February 2006

I could feel you like my shadow,
You were following my steps,
Behind me, hiding like a shy child

Explicit invitation can bring emotions,
but for how long?
Carrying on values can bring strenght,
but for how long?

Sufferings between us,
two untidy lifes fighting for matching

You demanded something I was not to give,
You demanded something I was not to perceive.
I will give my prudence to the hurried,
My patience to the impulsive,
My spirit to the sensual

Ask for discernment,
Ask for true Love,
Ask for the Art of Waiting.

Scrittura | Claudio Stazzone

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