"POESIE"
by AA.VV


SENZA TITOLO by Roberto Vestri
POESIE by Max Kuschnig



"SENZA TITOLO"
by Roberto Vestri


Correre sulle ali di una certezza che si liberano nel vento
e poi sparire nell' infinito tra le stelle fino a perdersi 
nel nulla.
Sognare la primavera di un amore pur essendo inverno
c'e' solo freddo in questo mare di emozioni.
Cosa importa di un pianto silenzioso e di un silenzio 
che fa eco tra le
mura della
mia anima
di sorrisi fragili che si spengono all' alba di una lacrima

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"POESIE"
by Max Kuschnig


"THEY SAY YOUNG PEOPLE HAVE NO COMMON SENSE"

The past behaviour was the best
-laudatores temporis acti-
they are, good-mannered people
kind, polite,
the judges of mistakes.

But children go their own way
a far away way, no doubt
and a dangerous one too:
free in the zoo
they- the common sense people-
made of concrete.

Children go around looking for escape
only find gates of steel high to the sky
and the sky is blue no more,
no more the ocean,
only the storm
they left untouched in common sense.

Storm to be inherited,
no path open towards the summer-lighted garden
of rest
to listen to the voice of one' s own being,
young people have no good common sense, anyway:
it' s a matter of fact.


"CONNECTING"


A walk in the clouds is an incredible experience
trust me,
even if I never had a walk in the clouds,
I well know it is so sweet and calm and peaceful
there, in the clouds
and you can just go on and stop for rest and look around and welcome
people walking in the clouds,
wave your hand and smile and nod -no need of words-
and minds connect
souls connect
amidst the clouds floating above the roaring of the street.

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