“Isola del Tino” poesia e immagine di Daniela Feltrinelli

 

ISOLA DEL TINO

 

Hai radici di roccia sommersa

circondata difesa dal mare

e dallo stesso mare

ad altre terre unita…

La tua roccia spaccata

levigata consumata

pietra su pietra fu un eremo;

nell’antico tempo il santo

di te fece tesoro

ed ancora la gente ti ama.

Ti ergi maestosa e solida, sul dorso

porti un gentile bosco di leccio

divenuto nel tempo

un fresco giardino proibito,

elegante silente percorso

che ascende al bianco faro,

memoria di antichi falò

per il buio delle navi.

E nascondi nel bosco

una rossa riservata dimora

che ognuno vorrebbe

senz’altro abitare…

 

Daniela Feltrinelli

da “Isole vicine”

Agorà&co, maggio 2018

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Daniela Feltrinelli è nata a La Spezia  dove vive e lavora. A Maggio 2018 ha pubblicato il libro di poesie “Isole vicine”, Agorà&co, dedicato al paesaggio marino del Golfo dei Poeti. Partecipa assiduamente a concorsi letterari e reading di poesia.

Daniela Feltrinelli was born in La Spezia where she lives and works. In May 2018 she published the book of poems “Isole vicine”, Agorà&co, dedicated to the marine landscape of the Gulf of Poets. She regularly participates in literary competitions and poetry readings.

EMAIL: d.feltrinelli@inwind.it

Şehrin Üzerindeki Şiirler – Poesie sulla città – Poèmes sur la ville – Poems over the City

https://issuu.com/home/published/_ehrin_poesie_po_mes__

 

 

“Night of the Steppe” by Hadaa Sendoo, Mongolia. Translation into Italian and Image by Lidia Chiarelli

Night of the Steppe

The moon

sweetly falls asleep

with mother’s blessing

 

the whole steppe, glows

in the milk pail

like a blue, fragile dream

of the nomad boy

Hadaa Sendoo, Mongolia

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La notte della steppa

La luna

dolcemente si addormenta

con la benedizione della madre

 

l’intera steppa, brilla

nel secchio del latte

come un sogno blu e fragile

del ragazzo nomade

“Refugee” Poem by MONSIF BEROUAL, Morocco (translation and image by Lidia Chiarelli, Italy)

REFUGEE © MONSIF BEROUAL MOROCCO   Bring me back to my town Where I belong I missed all My friends My childhood And all the walls. It was so wonderful And now all is destroyed Like it never was My town My town My town I try to scream so loud But no one hears My tears.   I still have just the memories From the past lives on my mind My stories with my neighbors are gone And every innocent kid Their dreams were raped Children die And history like never exists. I’m just a number now Without identity Like a dead man Counting the stars in the sky Waiting the consciences To hear their cries And their pains To hold them again And lead them to their town.

PROFUGO © MONSIF BEROUAL MAROCCO   Riportami nella mia città Dove appartengo Ho perso tutto I miei amici La mia infanzia E tutti i muri. Era così meraviglioso E ora tutto è distrutto Come se non fosse mai esistito La mia città La mia città La mia città Provo ad urlare così forte Ma nessuno sente Le mie lacrime.   Ho ancora solo i ricordi Dalle vite passate nella mia mente Le mie storie con i miei vicini sono sparite E ogni bambino innocente I loro sogni furono violati I bambini muoiono Come se la storia non fosse mai esistita. Sono solo un numero ora Senza identità Come un uomo morto Contando le stelle nel cielo Aspettando le coscienze Perché ascoltino le loro grida E i loro dolori E li prendano di nuovo Per condurli nella loro città.

DEWS OF DROPS poems and digital collages by Tzemin Ition Tsai and Lidia Chiarelli

READ IT ON ISSUU:

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D’UNE RIVE A L’AUTRE- bilingual anthology by H. Bertrand and Lidia Chiarelli

 

READ ON ISSUUU

https://issuu.com/immaginepoesia/docs/d_une_rive____l_autre

“Eternity” poem by 蔡澤民 Tzemin Ition Tsay, Taiwan

The new Poetry Journal In Print Bao Giay

-https://issuu.com/tanhinhthucviet/docs/journal_1

You are cordially invited to read – and print out – the new Poetry Journal In Print. – Bao Giay.

 This new bilingual poetry journal is being developed by volunteers in both the US and Vietnam.

Please, feel free to share our poetry journal with others, especially with other poets.

 

World Peace Day 2016 – Agliè (Torino, Italy)

#DylanDay: “Garden of Clouds” (To Dylan Thomas) poem by Peter Thabit Jones, UK – Painting by Fotini Hamidieli, Greece

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GARDEN OF CLOUDS

(To Dylan Thomas)

 

Your life had become
A speeded-up film,

Moving too fast, sickly,

Each frame flashed by,

Too quickly, not settling
At all in the scrapbook

Of your mind. Your voice

Was left behind, in rooms
Of strangers sipping wine,
Their politeness like fresh paint
Drying on walls.

You were always traveling,
In a plane, a bus or a car,

Yesterday was always lost
Above a garden of clouds,
In a station of tired faces,

On a table in a café
On a never-ending road.

You felt so alone, your past
Blocked off by each city’s dream
Of sky-threatening stone.
Your dramas drowned in each smile.

 

The ash of your words
Smouldered in the books
That they bought and shelved
In their unknown lives.

You were losing yourself.
Your emotions rode

The conveyor-belts of their eyes.

You got as close as a lover
With your pockets of songs.

You wore the garments of death
With the laughter of a clown.

At night, when sleep played
Games with your soul

And the traffic smothered
Your slow pictures of love,
New poems dripped into
The wounds of your life

Below the garden of clouds.

Peter Thabit Jones

http://www.peterthabitjones.com/