Andrea Antognini 1998 © All rights reserved 

 First emotions

At the door, tiny coloured lights...

hung up, one for every thought,

one for each colour.

Rocked to and from by a sigh...

caressed by a child's enchanted eyes.

He watches, smiles:

it's only beautiful,

not to be understood.

From dreams, it comes...

and it is joy,

multitude.

Both Night and Day,

all as one...

... in the infinite consuming of each other.

From dreams, it vanishes...

and it is indifference,

solitude,

only old age.

Child...

we as children, to feel you at your side.

The clouds scatter,

and I sense the wind of your existence

blow softly.

I end up lost !

To think, to forget, to love,

to try again...

to fly and not to fly

it bleaches the source white...

comes and goes,

loved and hated people,

it seems so brief... this Day.

I would like to have a window on your eyes...

and grow old behind its windows

just watching you.

A Winter flower,

will arrive.

Delicate, it will come up

like a ray of sun

through the snow...

And it will plant profound roots

in our felicities.

Candid in watching life !

The glance falls

with the moon

on the reef.

Caressing,

now the algae

now the rough stone.

In sand

they will lose their thoughts

in the emptiness

the eyes.

Now, also a part of me is sea.

They watch each other

and of tenuous smiles

it is the understanding.

They embrace each other

and of rain

are the long arms.

And it is only a game for the grand

Sea... sky !

Moon drops

on the sea.

Boundary, between dark clouds

covering, by now, black sky...

... covering, by now, lone man

with silver,

drops,

fall on the water,

and on him.

Tears and rain will fall together

in the moon.

On the shore.

The waves reaches, like a hand of the sea.

Sweet is the caress,

reddened at Dawn the colour of its face.

With the day, slide

the wrinkles on that face,

from the deep, from afar.

Where do the wave and that kiss come from ?

To the lips of the sand,

brushed by the wind,

the horizon approaches and goes away,

timid.

In the brief life is light,

between Dawn and Sunset,

love games,

fears.

With the evening,

that face returns young.

The wrinkles afar, not to return.

Children once again,

they embrace each other

in a sleepy love.

Whorl of petals

is your face.

Spring is your smile.

Leaves from your tender hands...

and profound roots

from your heart.

It's difficult to germinate from bare rock.

Help me !

Look at me !

I am not ashamed

of crying.

Ask me !

I have no secrets.

Don't hate me !

I wouldn't know how to love you anymore.

Just...

look inside me

to be happy.

Light breeze,

of tenuous marine scenes.

September.

Among smiles and shells

the magic of a light blue table...

brushes,

old crushed feathers.

Sat on the grass.

Growing all around me.

Bushes, then forest,

whilst damp, I remain in my circle of shade,

wrapped in life.

No more words nor gestures.

Only butterflies, resting on my thoughts

to take them far away....

on these strange human clearings.

Similar to a fluttering of wings...

it's difficult to explain.

We are anxious while waiting

that the light

illuminates its first smile.

A soft face...

while indefinite features

disappear beyond my sea.

Of blue will be her eyes

like the sky.

White like the wave.

And far away she'll be blown

to the other side of the horizon

until my shore are hugged

until these eyes of mine are moistened.

And sweet

that voice comes to me,

and the caress of her eyes.

From too far...

thought, now..

Maybe a dream ?

Her roots thrown elsewhere

and my flowers

will fall down around me

without you could even see them.

I wish you

though only a thought,

and I see you.

Rosy-cheeks

eagerly squeeze your tiny roots within mine.

Your joyous call

still pure

running amongst thoughts,

your eyes of innocence dive deep into the heart.

If only you knew

how much I love you,

you would be at my side.

Dissolved is my dream,

maybe ours.

Hugged in thoughts

we are vanishing each other.

The day have faded sorrow away.

And now

sweet melancholy,

under the colours of yesterday,

tenderly caress my eyes.

Whilst life offers few crumbs

I long to fly higher, yet higher

felicitous with my fantasies.

While in life

a solitary teardrop falls,

I fly and dreamily touch

the pool of my dreams.

Oh ! Now I realize...

but I am dying of the cold.

So as not make a sound,

I enter and withdraw from life.

And behind that door

I cry.

I am at a loss to explain

the colours within my sky !

That day

felt more silent

those glance

more soul.

But then

the stars

lit at night

to prepare a new thought

of sky.

Great abyss...

solitude.

Desperate,

never ending torment...

only the noise of thoughts

that tumble into immense darkness.

And down there...

in that mad obscurity, silently...

unconscious fears dance,

our Gods laughing and weeping.

Upon the beach watching the night

and its multitude of starry thoughts... fall into the sea.

All of sudden,

a memory rekindled

back in time,

and I am you (the memory of a child...),

now I understand your sleepiness (memory of your wishes...),

today I still feel your loss.