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Poetry |
Word Landscapes
Andrea Antognini 1999 © All rights reserved
Endless Sounds
Endless sounds make up thoughts that take to the air from deserted beaches. The wave seizes its shore, harp-like whilst he who goes grasps breezy whispers to hide in the breast. That puff of words comes out again of already heard infancy of mother, of father of another self… and shouts just one word that each life embraces; a sweet teardrop returns in the evening and a moon melody.
The fog carries
The fog carries The horizon alongside, and the earth’s flavour… the present squeezes us ever tighter to timeless thoughts. The fog carries the eyes to the heart, and, sometimes, the memory of nothing in which our fleeting existence suddenly appears.
Us two
I was afraid to look at the woman, and the other of my faded image reflected in the life of a mirror. Not even I asked to be a child together with all those autumn colours. Tomorrow, will be winter and with the branches having shed their clothes I really will be able to see your smile.
Alleyways
I watch a dog wandering the streets. with a tired air, afraid. Quickly dodging Passers-by and vehicles to disappear down a calm alley. In which roads will my seasons end up?
Dreaming of the day
They have knocked, and somebody has opened the door to my dreams. In the silence of this black night I heard them run behind my eyes. Tired, at dawn Again huddled together like children to dream of the day.
There is silence
There is the silence of the sea, leading way beyond the horizon. There is the silence of the wind, lifting our dreams skywards. There is the silence that is muted within its own silence.
Wind on the meadows
Star drops to bathe this night…. looking for us again. This wind on the meadows plays among the thoughts, with its thousand reasons. Don't wake me up… I am dreaming of you!
In the colour
In the heat of a summer colours of parched flowers, of noises already forgotten… … of voices and breeze in the hair to muddle thoughts. Seagulls swoop down to steal smiles. I don't know their nests. I only remember my colours. It is difficult to write about love.
Tones of life
Youth, senescence. like ash and snow subtle shades of the same colour, butterflies of the same day.
Just above
Just above, alongside, enveloped in veils of soft hues, Melancholy shows through …. in the expressionless glance of a silence as deafening as those eyes. And I … alone, touched by innocent thoughts.
The Crows
Insatiable time devours life, giving the crows eternity. Yellow beaks, like gold, black feathers…. shrill is the sound of the moment that fades away becoming a word.
Geometric shapes
I looked for silence… life on different geometric shapes the look remains perplexed, trying, still, to understand its irregular sides. Discordant state of existence, in my cry.
In making…
Distant boats like stars, in making a sky of the sea on hints of horizons. The sun remains undecided on our looks, to make a dream out of life on indifferent shores.
Looking for the South
They migrate into the soul silent flocks of thoughts... in the flight of hope, to oppose a feather weight of wistfulness on ashen autumn roofs. And so many ruffled letters hovering in the wind, shouting, looking for the South, warmth searching within itself, again and again. to leave indelible moments on heaven’s pages.
The well
What is loneliness if not an abyss that swallows every smile…. And at the bottom of that well Everyone reaches out searching for themselves, or to listen to life’s silence.
The mother you think of
The mother you think of, whom you have cancelled so much of your yesterday…. still strong in love in looking at the man, still your child, yet so tired of wandering from beak to beak offering more crumbs of love. The mother you think of, stop thinking! Let him be the man, now To render you his love.
Mirages
I, who have lived wrapped in a desert’s silence, am lost among the sand and my weeping, stretching my hands towards a dream…. The mirage of a soul on the horizon. Then, the sky was torn and that image entered into my heart. Now, it trembles no more, not even I.
Closing my eyes
I will never learn to fly, but now I know - by closing my eyes- that the stars are not so far, after all.
I will never learn to live, but now I feel - by opening up the horizon- that those stars are no longer just silence.
Desert dreams
Love, don't leave me tonight I feel cold inside. Your silence is enough, your breath to close my eyes. without the void taking me towards desert dreams.
Different squares
In those squares where I usually sang there are new people, indifferent to life’s carefree sounds… empty mouthed and dark thoughts, where has my city of yesterday gone?
Round dance
There is a road between thoughts and days, taken each season that lasts the few eternal crumbs… finishing there, where it began in a tunnel of time, and it opens anew - with an extra grain- moving round, again and again… life’s bright corridors, taken each season that lasts a few crumbs of winter, finishing there, where it began in a road of timeless existences.
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