Poesie in inglese

Some time people loves…
Some time people lose they selves…
And hate what they love.
But….
Both need love
If all follow their heart….
What will happen?

   2 commenti     di: Veronica Pappolla

Crash my mind
into the mirror of rich hypocrisies
and the corrupt hazes my world saying
the left wing is dead.

the death of a history
the end of an ideology,
the sunset of utopias and ideas.

The eldest forgot the movement in the 1968s
cause they told me why to struggle and to protest nowadays
since the labour class doesn’t exist.
So I took my stereo and I made them listen
?

   5 commenti     di: Arianna Bianchi

Time goes on,
always.
Hours, minutes, seconds run hungry to the line.
Stop it, you can cry.
Silent.
They will pass your line
It is the way.
So, fill them up!
Break the silent!
Break the chains!
Life,
you will find it.
Live the scary dream, and learn to say
Good-bye.
Smile,
your soul will e stronger,
your tears will be diamonds!

   0 commenti     di: Lucrezia Secret

To E. A. Poe

Ligeia, your heavenly will,
is a drop in a lovely still.
Your twin stars of Leda,
big, black and bright eyes,
are returned to me, Ligeia.
I will praise your mind,
she is mine now, oh Ligeia.
The winner has been defeated,
the angels will not have you.
The gold is raven black now,
and through that you call God,
you arrived, my Lady Ligeia.


2004

   4 commenti     di: Aldo Occhipinti

I shake your thoughts
like the wind with the harvests,
disjointed sometimes,
moisted paths
of rain and worries
in searching for
and cherish in heart
any mark of tricks.

   2 commenti     di: Chiara S.