Poesie in inglese

I look into your eyes,
you look at me,
scrutinising my heart
with piercing eyes,
brimming over with love

my heart swells:
the eyes, those eyes,
are my mummy's.

   4 commenti     di: DOMENICO DE MARENGHI

I have been
walking
along wet pavements,
paved and grey
in a winter day.
Walking
along lonely streets,
with the rain
over my heart,
and a wrecked man's cry
under an empty sky.

   3 commenti     di: Giovanni Cuppari

when i was a child i like the flowers and the sunny days,
the green fields and the sandy beach,
the freedom of the body and the spirits;
but then came the rain and the dream was gone.

Then i was fourteen, the days were no sunny anymore,
the fields turn to deserts and the beach to wasteland,
and my spirit was aching in the prison of the body;
and then came the rain and the hope was gone.

   5 commenti     di: Simone Mascardi

My memory
plays at renewing
an unrepeatable yesterday
with the absurd desire
to return
on the birches
of infancy
even if now
cannons boomed
and cypresses
welcomed the dead
but it's only a moment
of measureless desire
then in the turning over of a new leaf
i find new reasons
for unidited images
of other reflections
now that I no longer have
memories of sunrise.

   1 commenti     di: Luciano Somma

The odor of evening,
in the dark countryside, illuminated by headlights of the cars,
accompanies me on my journey.
Feelings and emotions wake up again inside me;
my heart is an amalgam of passions.
I don't know what it is happening to me but
I feel that I would live.

   2 commenti     di: C G