Archive for September 2008
Sometimes it just takes a push to realize that you know how to fly.
wanderer in the fog,
... Friendship?
He was listening intently to his words.
Sitting on the beach, treasure every syllable he uttered.
Overlapped thoughts in the mind, a mixture of awe, anger, joy, respect and admiration.
"A life told in five minutes" - he said - which later became hours.
Tales of episodes away in mind. LIVE present.
Also difficult moments, terrible, hard: death, life, hopelessness, failure, strength, endurance, rebirth, acceptance, relapse, filming ...
A color picture behind a gray slab ... live in a monochromatic flashes.
She could not speak, every word would be superfluous, unnecessary.
Savored that moment when time seemed to stand still and, as in a movie, could almost be sharing those moments are not his main character, with a soaring imagination.
He lived his rebirth, his "phoenix". It was' happy. We find 'serene, he realized that he had received in his hands a part of the life of another person, and leaders' to have shared part of the soul.
The Embrace ', a kiss on the forehead, wanting to thank the gift. Then in silence they watched the sunset, knowing that it had put a few bricks to what might be called Friendship.
Figurine
They say the Book of Photographs of Thoughts
We are always looking for a way of life, because we understand the world, what we do, how we behave. It is the question that once again there is also the author of these poems, these "images of thought." They are reflections on life, death, people near and far, the newspaper, what you look for and what you find. Always in search of himself again, in constant mutation. Try to say the words to the thoughts that burn, but it always eludes definition just because the words, though still imperfect accurate to express the inner turmoil. The solution he found in affected families, in what he was yesterday, baby. The child takes the shape of a mythical land, where everything was possible and allowed. There is this desire to get rid of tasks and problems, relying all'inconsapevolezza the first years of life.
Talk of death without fear, to say loudly life. Then again, the loneliness, the dialogue of love, desire, anger, curiosity. Sneak peeks of the other, or watching them openly in the face to look for answers to his questions. He tells her "fragments of a life shared."
Each page of poetry offers a different view of reality that surrounds us. Wants us to see the glass half full, invites us to live intensely and quietly, enjoying the small everyday wonders.
Use simple language, everyday images, nothing turns convoluted and bizarre experiences. His lyrics are the mirror of the life of an ordinary person that we encounter on the road, going to the store, the post office queue, on the train.
In the latter part of the book is a glimpse of other narrative forms: the Japanese haiku and short stories. It's another way to use words to emphasize the same concepts. The Haiku express in a more forthright and direct the wonder of the everyday, while the stories continue to place, constantly, the question: What are we looking?
A writing that gives ideas to reflect light.
Review of Martha Lavagnoli of " Writer's Dream "
offer me a coffee ... If you like what I write .... and to make the site live. Thanks
Teliad affiliated with!
