Feet like rocks
Feet on the coast
I
turn my gaze
that you travel.
Every direction leads
towards horizons
no borders.
Winds open the doors
of
the Bosphorus
to
perfumes
of
dried fruit and honey.
The sea carries and mixes.
So the sounds from the straits
contacts
of
the earthly margins
of
exchange.
From my tongue of land
I
see and hear
from every cardinal point
attached
for
a small piece
to
the mainland.
Beautiful music
flies dancing
of
a thousand and more instruments
composed.
The woodwinds play
of
wet forests
from empty rivers
in
open and free oceans.
Sails furrow them
of
rare fabrics
of
gems
of
every colour.
They pass
they go far
and
me
towards them
I
raise my hands
filtering
sunbeams.
Garçonnière
Let's do it soon
the
phrase
which excites anticipation.
Hidden escape
thrill ride.
In
a hurry
tying pantyhose
to
the guepiere
in
tight dress
like yours
encircle the hips.
High heels
they run in the perfume
in
the elevator
by
car, between city lights
quickly
burn the cigarette.
Gate, stairs
shellfish dinner
drunk
in
the fantastic ruby
candles, from the table
to
the bathtub
their light
on
our wave.
Those kisses smeared with wine
lipstick
hidden evenings
in
dark secret shadows
of
the room
that screams holds back
closets of moans
closed there
This room knows about us
that we go out
from the keyhole.
Charm of the secret.
We can't sleep
after love
we
will have to leave
mirror images
who
saw us
do
it and do it again, again.
Until tomorrow
on
to the next lie.
I
carry the marks
under the linen
hidden
and
fixed thinking
evasive
exhausting
until the next escape
inserting the key.
Space time
This is the exact moment
between time and wind
where one, at least
he
stopped
at
the old station
covered with earth.
Between petals of my hands
almost fell
your face
to
keep it for me
in
an eternal moment
cherish it, kiss it.
Embrace a flower
love
fragrant and tired.
He
hints
the
sound of your voice
half words
laying them out here, now
in
my guardian temple.
Here is my caress
as
long as you are sweet
my
man.
We
are waiting for a train
long walk
towards the river
the
flight
if
you want, this time.
Abandon
old
boots
of
corroded leather
like the soles
continuing barefoot
among stones
and
hot sand
what remains.
It's still early
to
get up
and
finish making love
stay.
Who
knows if ever
the
light will go down
and
it will surprise, the sun
our
silence.
How long have I loved you
and
waited
so,
your journey
i
stopped
like air, breath
to
keep you with me.
watch me
for
you, I'm dancing
The Pizzica
Esoteric alchemy
tarantula
pinch of Salento
compulsive
dancing jump
woman's body
in
exaltation
and
transportation
diabolical trance
black widow fabric.
Shake the sea
the
dark dance
penetrating the coast
swing on the tamorra
furious tambourines
in
the south wind.
Salt upbeat
torpedo electricity
convulsive, of skirts
and
swirling shawls
suspended, suspended
with frenzied thighs
and
bare feet.
Lovesickness erodes
and
it explodes
with quivering breasts
with white clothes
and
as well
dreamers sin.
Litanies, sprinkled waters
on
ground forms
crucified to the wrong love
in
the sweaty body
from desire.
Barbara Di Sacco, Italian poet, Tuscan, defines herself as a painter of poetry, painting it. This is how she defines it: She is a regal lady, naked or in petticoat, so hurriedly she goes out, by day, by night. Vague, if you do not immediately welcome it into your feelings. Barbara loves art in all its forms and planet Earth. She has the presumption to save it through poetry.
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