Autumn

    Autumn   From petal to petal This autumn puts together A series of many thoughts And comes up with the death of the colors, Of the shapes, and of the things’ names. And while, by doing so, it clouds the world, Life shows up again if you look askew, In these damp, fallen […]

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Just one reverberation

J. S. Bach, Variazioni Goldberg, BWV 988, Aria, suonata da Glenn Gould, 1981     Just one reverberation     Will to stay, To evade the world, And always to return.   Two words, two verses In inconclusive undertows, And one inside the other, Intertwine in the deep And bring up frivolous memories. While speaking, […]

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Superimpositions

Superimpositions, nocturnal Effervescences, Raise me to the silence of my sky, Let evaporate this wet Reverberation of a wizened Thought, of a crouched down Child in between two corners Of the room, in the stillness quietly asleep.   Seed-bearing fountain, spring-water nymph, The breathing of your dream, in mine Is always coming back.     […]

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Stepping into the same water – Art and Poetry

Stepping into the same water …like the Universe that crumbles to let itself won. Like a sea that ripples And keeps itself dozing, an all-defeating wave that will be re-absorbed, life is a wall that buries your efforts, a meaningless speech, an insult, a never-ending coming back. No dreams in your trade, no troubles, no […]

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The thought that devours – Art and Poetry

The thought that devours The thought that devours, fierce omnipresence that craves to be the Flux. Thought that’s not aware, but yearns to become to mutate to give existence to this love of the eternal with ferocious abhorrence. Giovanni Dominoni Riga, 2016

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Will to be – Art and Poetry

Will to be Two at a time, no matter what, Are the cliffs that stand on the sea And crest by crest, build up to the peak. When one is a one, no thing is a thing And one will not be. Until two become two and scours Through the summits then molds All the […]

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Morning – Art and Poetry

Morning In the morning, waves whispered to the eyes. The breathing, continuous and regular, nourished relentless sparks that the entangled wind accompanied to the sand, where they would stifle and fade and then forget. Giovanni Dominoni Riga, 2016

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