Poetry

P O E T R Y

Wavelenghts
" The time zone was different, the other
voice was missing, nor I was there for it,
even the languages were mixed, an olla
podrida* of different jargons, of nonsenses and laughters.
By this time, since so many years, the other voice
has forgotten it and perhaps thinks I'm dead.
I believe it is. It was alive at least for a while
and it has never realized it.".
( E. Montale )
(*olla podrida: a spanish dish; miscellany)

(Personal translation - unauthorized)

When I have something to say to myself I use to write it down. This is the true origin of these scripts that someone might call 'poems' even if I don't expect it to necessarily happen.
For a better comprehension of their meaning I would underline their authenticity, that is their connection to my real life. To this respect these 'poems' may give a shape to feelings and sensations common to many people.
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