martedì, 06 aprile 2004

I have closed all my memories,
in a box.
I let all those things behind
my shoulders, a lot of time ago.

I can’t remember where I was going
the day before today.
I was walking on a road
without destination,
only enyojng the road.
I didn’t want to think about anything
what I left behind, what could be ahead.

I was going on on my road,
without destination, without future.
I will walk on this road until
I find my soul again.

I walk as if I am in a dream,
only beautiful landscapes,
only beautiful thoughts.

Everything, too much beautiful
every thought too much simple.
There something wrong...
life is difficult....
maybe... am I dead ?

Now ...I have fear...
I could be dead.
I have still a lot of things to give.

I need only a word
whispered in this lonely night.

I need only a warm hand,
that touch me in this cold night.
...nothing more...nothing less...

If I am dead...give me your hand
and bring me to life again.

The morning will come

The morning will come,
the first light of light will raise up
and I will be there waiting for it.

The morning will come
and I won’t stay here
anymore waiting.
I will go out from here, in silence,
I will close this door
behind my shoulders,
without looking back.

The morning will come,
and it will be bright.
I will let the dark behind
and I will walk without turning back,
beyond the dark ... towards the light,
without destination
but with the single certainty
that only I will choose the road.

The morning will come
and you will be only a memory.

The morning will come
and I will walk alone across its colors.
I will walk through new days
and, without fears, through new nights
because now I know the colors of the night.

martedì, 24 febbraio 2004

AT DAWN

The pendulum clock’s ticking
bring me back here, again,
to this reality.

It’ time to get up.
It’s early morning.
There is silence, here,
inside my bed-room.

The breath of the night
has faded away.
It seemed like painful to me
the sudden awakening.

There is still the smell of you
on my skin.
There are you
In every my thought.

Almost asleep
I look myself into the mirror,
you are in my eyes.

Outside,
the birds are twittering.
The buds of the orange blossoms
are exploding
with all their beauty and their scent.

There are rain puddles on the road
And the flowers have the petals still wet.
On the trickling grass
the dawn is already glittering.

There is a little wind
And I see in the distance
The first lights of the day
reflecting into the lake.

The dawn is a bright ray
awakening me.
The sun is spying to me
between the trees.

But….I’m thinking about us.
There is the scent of you on my skin.
Inside of me I feel the warm of yours embraces
And… on the skin the warmth of your kisses
…and yet…. you this night
haven’t been here.

sabato, 21 febbraio 2004

THE EVENING


The lake.

The far and silent lights.

Me in the dumb landscape.
Me in the sleeping landscape

Wrapped in
the melancholy of the evening.

Going to sleep?
No, I want to remain here,
alone,
in the peace
of my thoughts.

martedì, 17 febbraio 2004

Last night I had a dream.
I went to my mother’s home, went into the kitchen:
the great and luminous kitchen of the house were I grew ….
My dad died four years ago…I know so well…
In the dream, also, I knew my dad
Was dead….
The daylight was coming in from the large and great windows…
I went in the kitchen and….
My dad was there…
…he was watching out from the great windows…
I saw his shoulders …
And the green garden outside…
Then…he turned to me and…
He was smiling….
I exclaimed “DAD”
But he put his finger on his smooth….
Just as saying “don’t talk”
He kept in his hands a tape-recorder…
An old black tape of the seventies
(I know that tape it was really of my dad….)
Then he turned on a music….
A music that I knew….
I knew the music (a theme of relaxing music)
But I didn’t know the title…..
Then my dream ends.
My father was there,in the light of the window,
playing that music
looking to me and
smiling…..

This morning I’ took my iPod
Searching for that music…..
Now I know what is the song
Now I know why my dad
Went to me in the dream
My dad is an angel….my family angel
And my personal angel.

I can see him with my mind…
now he is sitting here with me,
in my car,
and is smiling with me.

The tape this night
Was playing
“Angel Wings”

domenica, 15 febbraio 2004

Snow in the morning

I love the morning
When the day is only a promise.

Every day seems to start in the same way
and, yet, every day is not the same
of the day before….

I love the first ray of light of the day,
I love to see how the sun raise up
In front of me.

The sky is changing color every seconds
…and I ….look at it
with eyes full of surprise
every morning….
and yet….I’m the same one
of the day before…
and yet …the landscape is the same
I saw yesterday
and even the road that drive me
to work is the same ….every day.

What’s make me watching
with new eyes
the same things of yesterday?

This morning….the snow….

The moon reflects the light
on the white fields
and every thing is glittering
in the dim light
of this white day.

I go on my way….
I go …as everyday….
I go … like a child….full of surprise.
I made a promise to myself…
I want to look with new eyes
every new day.
I love the life….
I want to live intensely,
every minutes,
every second.
I don’t want to miss anything.
Yesterday….has gone
Tomorrow….I could not being here.

Who will I meet, today ?
What will I see ?

Don’t let escape any emotion,
don’t let escape any tears,
don’t let escape any moment.

Life is running
And I’m not sure that tomorrow
I could have the time for this emotion,
the time to cry these tears,
or for living this moment again.
The time do not come back.
I don’t want regret.

I want to put down in words
this moment
In this white morning.

What I’m seeing….
what I’m thinking….

Black words on
a white page to remember, tomorrow,
how was full of emotions
this day….and yet….
..how strange…this day seems to be the same
of the day before…

Why sometimes I feel this sensation,
this desire to freeze the moment
and stop the time for a while ?

Life is running…. maybe that the days I have lived
are much more than those ones I still have to live…

Maybe I want to freeze this moment
for let you know how can be intense
every usual moment of your day
If you get up every day
with new eyes…just like a child.
I want let you know how is important
for me to stay well with myself,
I want you feel
the same joy of living.

I want to share with you
This moment.

With these my black words
on this white page
I want let you know that
there are a lot of colors around
and inside us.

Bring your colors
in this your life,
bring the colors
in your day
and let every people around you
could know how can be special
every day
if only we learn to look
with new eyes at every new day.

Little white roads goes
from the main road
towards hidden woods,
just like white ribbons
flying the darkness.

It’s snowing.

Flakes of snow
are flying in the dark air
in front of my windshield.

I’m feeling like
in a videogame.
sometimes, the life runs
like a videogame…..
but don’t forget….
It’s the life.

I am going… listening
at the songs
you have teached me to love.
I go…a million of thoughts
running trough my head.

I go…with all my memories
In my heart.

How many hands have shaken my hands ?


I go…with my eyes
fulls of surprise,
with my heart full of love
for the life.

Flakes of snow
dancing in the air
In front of me.

Naked trees
covered with snow
are embracing in the sky.

Little white roads
In the darkness
just like white ribbons
flying to paradise.

Black words
on a white page
to let you live with me
this special moment,
to let you fly
with me
in paradise.


Anna

Walking on the sand....


this morning I think to go walking on the beach...
the sea has retired early this morning.

I jump down on the sand and
I begin walking on the beach....
looking far to the horizon’s line
looking at the low tide:
the sea is escaping from my steps.

I walk and I let my prints on the sand
they still remain printed in the sand...
....behind my shoulder....
while I am going towards the sun.

I’m walking on the beach... looking far and looking near....looking into me....
in my thoughts
I am feeling very well..... I’m walking and listening my iPod...
I feel very calm...

It’s a fantastic morning I can walk along the sand watching the landscape
and choosing the sounds...
there are no people at this hour of the morning...
there are no prints on the sand...
I can walk all the day ...

I’m going on walking ....
looking down and looking hight,
I’m looking the sky...
...gulls are flying on the water’s edge...
the sea still escape ...
the beach became larger and wide..
some shells remains on the seashore.....

I’m walking again.....
the gulls are flying from the sky to the sea
and from the sea to the sky...
again...again.. again ...
...always in the blue...
...gulls are flying around me...
...and I’m flying with them.....

oh how nice is walking
in the morning on the sand....
I’m still walking....and I’m going so far...
..the sun on my face....
...no shadows in the sky..
..and no shadows behind .....
only my prints on the sand...
.and the music in my ears...
...I believe I’m going very far ....
walking this morning on the sand......


Anna

venerdì, 13 febbraio 2004

WITHOUT THE WINGS

It is early in the morning .
It is a cold morning in september.

It is already dawning and there are still the stars in the sky.

The landscape is a little vanished.
Seems to see it
 in one mirror.
 
 It’s  dripsing from the limpid sky.

The first light of the day is getting up  up almost tired,
flickering,
like in a  winter morning.

The drowsy sun is spying on me  through the clouds.

I feel like a swallow   spying the day from underneath one gutter.
                   
I feel like
a swallow that  would want to migrate
towards the sea
where the air is still warm
and the day still  come up clear.

I feel myself
like a swallow that  would want to fly over the clouds.


I feel like a swallow without  wings.

martedì, 10 febbraio 2004

LIGHTS IN THE SILENT NIGHT

I am going back home from work
in this day before Christmas.

The lights of my car
lights up the road.

The radio plays Christmas songs.

I’m here singing in my car.

I’m here thinking about
all the beautiful people
I have known.

I think about my mother, my sister
and brothers.

I’m singing Christmas song
For all of them.

I’m singing for who is near
And for those are far.
I wish all Merry Christmas !

….suddenly…along the lonely road
the beautful vision of an enlightened
little church in the open country.
There, at the bottom of a corn field,
I see this small enlightened church….

I stop the car.
I want this little church on my Mac
to wish Merry Christmas
at all the people I know.

The sun is gone.
The country is dark…
…and a cold wind is blowing…
but I have to wish Merry Christmas.

I take my camera and
I get out of the car.

I don’t see the dark
but only those light at the bottom
of the field.
I can’t feel the cold wind.
In my soul there are only beautiful thoughts.
I stay here looking there and thinking
about the people I know,
I stay here praying for who has gone:
they are all in my heart.
I stay here singing an old Christmas song
in a whisper.

Sometimes you can find the light
even in the dark country.
Sometimes you can feel warm in your heart
even when the cold wind in blowing
in a dark night.

I have no fear of my feelings.
I have no fear to love.

I wish you Merry Christmas
From this silent night.

Remember…
Christmas is every day of the year
if you only want…

I wish you Merry Christmas…
And remember…
The lights in the silent night
Are for you….
…don’t have fear of your feelings.