giovedì 19 marzo 2009

DREAMS OF TOWNS
The air is clear this morning:
the day, which is already late in coming,
promises presages for goods and luck:
"Say even the stars!"
September is approaching
bringing best wishes
and soon the city will disguise by sea.
It happens, sometimes:
when the sky is high
and the wind plays with the scents
Cities are funny, numerous and diversified,
unpredictable how certain people.
Cities like hiding: in a blanket of cloud
or in a strip of colour, above a rainbow of sounds ...
or, to cities like hiding
behind the faces of the lovers,
wandering on their way
looking for each others by eyes
From time to time I get lost in its lights
and I do blinded by its shadow,
spying the lives of those who,
unknown, pass-by-case.
I imagine their lives and their hearts ...
I tell their fairy tale:
lost in the dream’s bubble blown
that, one time, was also mine.
I always lose myself, then,
and confuse me in the dream,
while my mind is blinded
in the flash of a sunset.

Paola Gerini 17/08/04

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