From Poland With Love

Life is not full of rejections only, a few acceptance also helps. Like this photograph from Poland with love made my day.
I have a few poems up in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum
Nothing. No One. Nowhere.
Guerilla Pamphlets

Foucault’s Pendulum

How are you
Are you still a bird
Or a deer of the dawn
Jumping the red blue signals
I search for my forest
Thickets, under woods, nook and corners
Are flushed with the sun
The forlorn noonday of the city
Are so far away from me
As if they are crossing the border everyday
I put the shadows and a tiny piece of memory
Of this sea afloat


A sms like this an emptiness in this stark sunshine
Just cannot take it anymore
Just think a whole sea or a bunch of dry bindweed
Drying up on the table
Which the deer’s might come some day to eat
Flaring up and down red blue of the city
Maybe are casting their shadows
Images of dry sweat and the salt of the water
Of naked chaotic lane by lanes getting stuck
While trying to make way brushing past
 The continuous prattle of other memories
And a safety pin of a time of split-colours
Dangles like a pendant


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Now in Italian translation