Poetry everywhere

Author: Paolo

  • Chapter IX Drowning

    —

    by

    Paolo
    in

    Chapter IX Drowning Before that moment I had always thought I was able to save me by myself. Until that moment I was sure to be the master of my life and to be able to dispose of myself as best I could. Then suddenly I realized that if there had not been that fisherman…

  • Chapter VIII Beauty that saves the world

    —

    by

    Paolo
    in

    Chapter VIII Beauty that saves the world ‘Only beauty can save the world,’ I replied to that ugly furry creature who wanted me to go back home. And taking only two more steps I arrived at the last stretch of rock before the immensity of the sea. I made a leap, a bit like when…

  • Chapter VII – On the rock

    —

    by

    Paolo
    in

    Chapter VII On the rock Enlightened by my new awareness I got up from the rock completely naked, in that very first morning dampened by the sea breeze. And looking at the sunlight kissing the surface of the water I took the first step towards the sea. Because I finally knew that my answers are…

  • Poem II – Morsels of happiness

    —

    by

    Paolo
    in

    Poem IIMorsels of happiness The fresh air of the autumn that caresses Ampezzo as melancholic Hapsburg notes of Strauss The weeping willow I planted as a child, that now smiles over my head A dance song that makes me writh in the disco while I scream like an idiot Your hand that touches my neck…

  • Poem I – Memory

    —

    by

    Paolo
    in

    Poem IMEMORY These are strange daysWith the autumn that squeezesUnder the late summer sunSubjugating arcane yearnings Like fresh and pure boraOf the great summer passionsAutumn drives off the raw biteGiving peace to human nature So your special memoryGives to the soul, nailedon anger and sad crossPeace and immortal joy

  • Chapter VI – at dinner

    —

    by

    Paolo
    in

    Chapter VI – at dinner The satyr disappeared from my eyes at the same speed he appeared. I have to act, yes. But to do what? In doubt, I returned to the beach, perhaps hoping to find the sea angel. Which did not appear. Instead, I fell victim to the gaze of a girl. I…

  • Chapter V – On the hammock

    —

    by

    Paolo
    in

    Chapter V – On the hammock ‘You’re not crazy. You only have the courage to look what others do not want to see ‘. The words of that girl got planted deeply in my mind. That has not stopped working. I left the beach and in the hard sunny walk that leaving the pier leads…

  • Chapter IV – An Angel

    —

    by

    Paolo
    in

    Chapter IV – An Angel Pretending. I did the only thing I could do with those girls who had just opened a window on hell. The evening continued with their Latin smiles that crashed on the rocks of my pretense. But as soon as I brought them home, my brain began to grind thoughts like a…

  • Chapter III – On the mount Capanne

    —

    by

    Paolo
    in

    Chapter III – On the mount Capanne Walking through a promontory I met a beautiful girl. I smiled. She smiled. ‘Hola’ she told me. ‘Hola, I replied. And a dialogue began. She was Mexican, studied acting in New York and ended up on Elba by chance. She was on the island with two Chilean friends, also…

  • Chapter II – In Porto Azzurro

    —

    by

    Paolo
    in

    Chapter II – in Porto Azzurro I looked for that little creature far and wide throughout the Garden of the Simples. But I did not find a living soul. I was returning to the car when a strange sound emerged from some bushes at the side of the path. It seemed like words but they…