Il Marciume

A 16 anni

Sognavo con Anna, Enza e Manel

Un ragazzo snello

Forte con i capelli

Lievemente lunghi

Ma neri

Gli occhi marroni miele

Parla inglese

Canta rock

Teneri labra

Risate rimbalzando dal cuore

Pulito chiaro

Che sogno

Bello e attraente

Luca o Leo

Ma tu sei chiama to il “marciume”

E io sono testarda

Ti amo più

Di Leo, Luca e Aldo

Selvaggio orgoglioso

Forte e gentile

E per te sono il mondo

Soldi non tieni

Promesse mute

E amori senza sillabe






Washed away

Swells wash away

Soul’s agony

Waves blow



A feathered beach

Shelters and soothes


Time waned

As I froze

All that bemused me

Was either to shut my sight

And enhance its hissing

Kissing say

Or lose no sound no sketch

A sweet bemusement

Shining bright Brighton

On my grey canvas

Painted off a British sky.

Real picture
Bewilderment and Peace


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300 Spartans defeated Persia

Persia came on elephants

Upskilled rhinoceros

Bold black horses

Bronze knights

Gilded armature

Heavily pierced Xerxes

Mythical creatures

On a grey and black canvas

Men in red

300 mighty kings and

Lusty Leonidas together

Erect a peerless wall

Built up in patient

passionate composure

Colours clashed

Les rouges against les noirs

Clung and bunged at odds

Colossal equestrians

Stupendous fiery fighters

Beauty unmatched.

300 of comrades in verse

Similar though diverse

Utter words as swords

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Corro per perdere

Mi alleno

Più di te

Mentre in festa


Corro di notte

Il giorno da solo

Fatto per te

Corro contro il fiume

Corro dentro il mare

Nel deserto

Nel vento dell’impossibile

Corro di fame

Corro da sola

Quello mi tira

Guardandomi tra le gambe

Mi libero di corsa


Salgo le montagne

Corro contro la crudeltà

I limiti

Ma corro svantaggiata.

Tutti partiamo

dalla stessa riga,

Alice corre

Con un padre potente

Non lo vede nessuno

Mentre lei corre

Io lo vedo

Alberto viene dal nord

Quello si vede

Ma lui

nessun’ graffio


Non sa la fame

Figlio della possibilità

Che nessuno vede

Ma tutto era lì

Salvo corre

Da uomo

Forza e rispetto

Parla per dire

Ma tutti ascoltano

Di un martire

Giada porta il nome

Non ha altre qualità

Ma la conducono

Corri col tuo nome

Al di sopra di noi…

Si parte

La gara dell’uguaglianza

Nessuna equità

Loro corrono

Per vincere

Io corro

Per arrivare

Corro per correre

Loro per diventare

Io per essere

Corro preparata

Corro con le mie cicatrici

Quasi senza gambe

Sicuramente senza luci

Ma ho già corso nel buio

E ho imparato

A chiamare il vento

Anche senza gambe

Correrò con le mai

Io corro per vivere

Corro dal nulla

Sarà comunque vincita

Malgrado la partenza

Dalla stessa riga



Corro contro i limiti
Vincite personali

On Grapes and Family

Clinging together

The one looks like the other

The one stands by the other


Exalts that sanctified tie

To an earth

To a space

History and place

You inherit

From a good grape

Efflorishent pleasure

Brittle texture

Ancestral taste

A family alike

Offers shelter

Gives a choice

Genes compete

To resurrect in you

A stamp of thousand years

The hair and eye of Beatrice

Ophelia the seer

Pueblo the speaker

Evan the lunatic

Vinci the poet

All had a choice

All are given

That grape

From their tree

Either or

Lands and names

Nations series A

Vie facile

Not like her

Still got the choice

Maternal cancer

Paternal depression

No paint on a wall

No hies

No hoes

Not a bride’s dress

And she made her way through

Lingering in ire

Bearing a grape

Grapes of choice

Of Cats and Women

Anime Gemelle
Other I Cannot Be

What is in you,






Out of my life labyrinth

Modern tasteless life,

Speaks psyche

In red and black,

Unveils my mystery,

Takes back to a wild state,

From within as

From without?

If I ever have to be/I choose an olive tree

If I ever have to be/ I choose an olive tree

Of all the things of the world

I want to be an olive tree

I would say three

Sun, sea and me

Make an olive tree

Those winds

Those grains of lands

Those sands

The Sea of all seas

There, I would rather be

Splash it over and see

How my deed converts into wind

Parting from that beloved sea

To hug the one olive in me

To hug that everlasting tree

Embosomed by my forebears

Witness of their times

Shadow to their toil

sweat on the soil

That petite bears grandeur

Proffers splendour

Veneered bride’s hair

Blessed everywhere

Salvation and cure

Venerated for hundred years

Storyteller if given the word

Space Alchemy

Once in

My skin expands

Inherent palms

Grasp my cheeks

In turn harden


Neck’s veins



Skin expansion strains

Lustrous lips emanate

The sea salt zephyr

Permeates all pores

The sun’s arrows

Widen both eyes

Slots now

Behold seen

Unseen attributes

Glimpses of elation

Unstall my hair

Descends over

Skirts lost members

For the span and space

All succumb

( Las Palmas)