A VIEW OF STAFFORA – poem by Angela Battaglia »
A VIEW OF STAFFORA Water flows over a bed of pebbles. And hopping ripples and undulates. Le spighe fiorite, violet, and …
A VIEW OF STAFFORA Water flows over a bed of pebbles. And hopping ripples and undulates. Le spighe fiorite, violet, and …
LITTLE STARS
Hot summer with its tired colors. The hearts flounder between notes in trying his case. …
Loneliness
Loneliness, faithful friend forever, inexorably reappear. How brucente absinthe I pierce your heart, awakening in me, quell'essere inferiore …
TWO DAYS IN BUDAPEST March 1991 VARTA BATTERIEN va su e giù su una locomotiva trenino. Più La, does not seem to scroll, …
MANIFEST SILENCE
I watched your lips … They feared to hatch, for uttering a word. but in your eyes I read …
Gioia Tauro, OUR FLAT
The night covers our flat with a fog that stops the thoughts. My gaze goes …