Poesie~2

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                                                     cammino

                                                     stupita

                                                     nei prati

                                                     verdeggianti

                                                     del tuo sguardo

 
 

                                                     il mite canto 

                                                     della tua voce

                                                     mi conduce

                                                     in dolcissima

                                                     supplica

 

                                                     mi addentro

                                                     in te

 

                                                     la luce 

                                                     ti scopre

                                                     fanciullo

 

                                                     il volto provocante

                                                     tramutato

                                                     in candore

 

 

                                                      sfamato il giorno

 

 

                                                     e la notte

                                                     crudele

                                                     ripercorre

                                                     i prati verdeggianti

                                                     del tuo sguardo

 

                                                     in agonia

                                                     di luce

 

                                                  ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

 


                                 il brivido

                                 di questo suolo

                                 per sempre

                                 non mio

 

                                 non c’è

                                 un abbraccio

                                 che oltrepassi

                                 quest’esilio

 

 

                                              ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

 

 

                                                               canti russi

                                                               nei tram ginevrini

                                                               del tardo mattino

 

                                                               città palude

 

 

                                                 ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

 

 

                                             quando ti vedo

                                             si sospende

                                             la mia vita

 

                                             si fermano

                                             i miei gesti

                                             il mio pensiero 

 

                                             le tue voci

                                             arpeggiano

                                             il mio cuore

 
 

                                             il cielo diventa blu

                                             il fiume scorre

                                             stelle di mare

                                             ballano

                                             nelle fontane di Roma

 
 
 

                                             quando ti lascio

                                             mi assale

                                             la perdita

 

                                             mi assordano

                                             le grida

                                             della nostalgia

 

                                             mi sfugge la vita 


 


                                                        ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

 

 

                                                            è una

                                                            di queste notti

                                                            dell’anima

 

 

                                                            il pezzo mio

                                                            di suolo

                                                            perduto

                                                            con le prime parole

 

                                                            le mie palme

                                                            lungo l’oceano

                                                            i fiori delle acacie

                                                            danzando nell’aria

                                                            sui miei capelli

 

                                                            il mare senza fine

                                                            il cielo immenso

                                                            il loro bacio

                                                            infinito

 

 

                                                            questo vecchio dolore nero

                                                            per la mia terra nera

 

                                                            nell’anima