by Marcello Comitini And I think myself lying on the wallwhere, as a child, my mother took me to watchthe innocent turns of carousel.Under a starry skyin the swirl of colorsin the flashing of lightslions elephants gazelles whirled aroundand the timid childrenon their backs they laughed on horsebackand shouts of joyof that little girl with the …
by Marcello Comitini In the vast meadow of the fertile, blue sky,white clouds graze, quenching their thirston the white, foaming banksof long, still rivers.The treetops, quilted in blue,slowly dance in the wind,the desire to soar and fly.They dance without hope.The earth that holds them nailed is partof the spreading branches,the sap of the leaves, the powerful …
by Marcello Comitini Death will come without eyes and without a voice.Blind and deaf she will touch uswith his gaunt fingers.We will turn around and we will not see that our absurd viceand regrets like dogs that tear to pieces the unwaryventured into the life exchangedfor a love game .We will then know that deception has …
by Marcello Comitini Under the rays of the bright red setting sun,the four gilded houses atop the hilllook at each other from their dark windows and are silent.The leaves of the trees speak to the windwhen the sun fades behind the mountain,the nightingales sing of lost loves,when the sweet glimmer of the watersfalling from the mountain …
by Marcello Comitini Nature in tears in the night raisesan immense wall, palpable but ethereal.It does not divide. Island each beingin the sweet universe that in sleepcalms the anxieties of the heart.It’s just dawn and the silencestill casts its mysterious shadowabout our feelings, almost a prayerthat dreams continue in the newfound reality,the tumultuous one that accompanies …
In a Love World 