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Narrativa
Top nonik (prima parte) di
Massimo Acciai,
Spasmodiche riflessioni di
Giuseppe Costantino
Budetta, Sylvia (dedicato a Sylvia
Plath poetessa suicida) di
Rossana D'Angela,
Prologo alla Valle del Belice di
Paolo Filippi,
Sogno letterario della principessa di
Paolo Filippi,
Introduzione alla Shoah di
Paolo Filippi, Una sera a teatro di
Elisabetta
Giancontieri, La banda dei fiammiferi
di
Iuri Lombardi,
Jedan tajanstven caroban aparat. = Un
misterioso magico congegno di
Renato Lonza,
Il giorno in cui imparai a fare la fotosintesi
clorofilliana di
Antonio Piccolo, Gamberoni arrosto
di Anna Maria Volpini
Poesia italiana
Poesia in lingua
Questa rubrica è aperta a chiunque voglia
inviare testi poetici inediti, in lingua diversa
dall'italiano, purché rispettino i più
elementari principi morali e di decenza...
poesie di Amanda Nebiolo
Aforismi
Saggi
Il mito di Orfeo nell'opera di Jean Cocteau
di Caterina Rocchi
Recensioni
Insomnia di
Lisa Massei, nota di Enrico Pietrangeli
Presagio triste
di Banana Yoshimoto, recensione di
Simonetta De Bartolo
Orgianas di
Daniela Bionda, nota di Enrico Pietrangeli
Rosso di
Cinzia Tani, nota di Enrico Pietrangeli
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From something great I was away.
'I wish I could be a seagull and spreading my wings I could
reach you.'
From a great affection.
'Even if distant you soak my heart.'
There were things I didn't talk to you about
And those conversations never took place or were left undone.
'There are things, brother, I didn't say to you.'
About how I loved to see you coming back
And to know you were happy being yourself.
I wanted to help you jumping that fence you didn't even see
And together learn to fly,
While you were watching me managing my life
In that way you then blamed.
I should have told you who I was
And all that I felt when I had to leave,
But you just stood there watching me
With eyes of someone who doesn't want to see anymore.
I wish I could be a seagull and spreading my wings I could reach
you
To bring you the scent of grass
And the Sun that warms the earth, away from there.
I wish I could show you the power that blooms in a flower
And be amazed at the colours,
To make you understand
That even if distant you soak my heart.
Shall you rejoice everything, brother,
And live as you wish.
And shall I always be sure you are peaceful
And believe you are by my side, although you are not there'
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