Poetry

Ma L’amore No

Da qualche tempo, non mi posso sentire niente
pero’ quella fame violenta e’ nascondersi
sotto un posto privato
come un tesoro sepolto,
aspettando per la opportunita’ giusta,
esplodere, finire in bellezza.

Per lungo tempo portarmi malattie,
sono rimasta cupo tutto il giorno,
Ma non ne posso piu’!
sogno che un giorno non avevo piu’ fame,
svuota le mie probleme di lui,
svuota le mie inibizioni,
svuota i morti.

Vorrei la mia liberta’
la mia identita’,
la mia vita!

(My first attempt at an Italian poem, if you can call it that.)

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3 thoughts on “Ma L’amore No

  1. >I remember this movie vividly and Monica Belluci. I didn't understand a word, but just like the little boy in the video, I was completely mesmerized by her. Nice to be connected on Blog Catalog. Have a good night.

  2. >Congratulations on your first Italian poem! I grew up around Italian-Americans in NY but unfortunately the only words I remember are all the colorful obscenities. Do you like the Italian poets? Leopardi used to be my absolute favorite, and I still find his work very powerful, though too dark for my current tastes. The most beautiful poem I ever read about death is by Pavese and begins: "Death will come and will have your eyes." I love that line.

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