Chiara Taormina (melissian@hotmail.it)
Poetry 1
back memories of the East
white adorned with the sound of voices
brackish timeless
that crackle between green
carpets and windows on the past. I see the face of the alien
become familiar with the candor just mentioned
harmony. I see the narrow road
host my regret, the ultimate essence of brotherhood
mitigate diversity.
Poetry 2
It dissolves in the wind
the acrid smell of nothing. That formless abyss
which is knowledge
extinguished the last questions of life. Will
the face of dreams
the messenger who gives the world his art
without beginning or end. It is a circle of eternal hope that
wraps in his gleaming empty
the arid darkness.
Poetry 6
emerge from nothing I look to the wisdom of the man who
dissolved into the substance of all
knowledge of himself.
I look at the light between the trabecular
cracks that cut through the material, the
streaks of color in patches coagulate
hungry immortality.
Poetry 1
back memories of the East
white adorned with the sound of voices
brackish timeless
that crackle between green
carpets and windows on the past. I see the face of the alien
become familiar with the candor just mentioned
harmony. I see the narrow road
host my regret, the ultimate essence of brotherhood
mitigate diversity.
Poetry 2
It dissolves in the wind
the acrid smell of nothing. That formless abyss
which is knowledge
extinguished the last questions of life. Will
the face of dreams
the messenger who gives the world his art
without beginning or end. It is a circle of eternal hope that
wraps in his gleaming empty
the arid darkness.
Poetry 6
emerge from nothing I look to the wisdom of the man who
dissolved into the substance of all
knowledge of himself.
I look at the light between the trabecular
cracks that cut through the material, the
streaks of color in patches coagulate
hungry immortality.
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