Collection of ten poems of the last century.
Publication: December 2008.
Venetian Villas. 1960
And 'our luggage full of history behind
bonfire of illusions, jewelry
birth to a peace park in aisles
travel experience them together.
The Bad smell in three thousand strokes of pomp
Homegrown waters gleam,
stone mind if I miss the virtual
wrist prints on the walls of time.
seduced the bow of the Dolomites
chorus echoes from the tops of the Gods, the gene
war itching Cain
plug deep human only.
Sailing frantically wave
pains in the womb of his stars,
Venetian Villa in the four continents will be green the planet of life.
BRENTA AND THE SURROUNDING. 1960
One day along the Brenta
that strong!
descends the Burchiello
watercolor Riviera Fiorita, rural
evening stars. Icon
the chimney on the roof
habit of wind, white
is stretched.
The gods are due to the range of forces
human
ease our boxes
stumble on stones
Schulte. The banks of the canal
not sing bumbling through the concrete, the mouths
a mirage:
Venice: The Brenta
had slowed the surge of anger in
full,
the Grand Canal is a canal.
GREEN SHORES OF THE GRAND CANAL. 1962
Brenta note to the sea water harassed
iris arrogance peaks
murmur among the reeds afe summer
immense stretches of land at the villas. Torches
of Hymen's historic seasons
find the leisure time of the ancients, to
Pinti mouth legends gold
corners and spaces with the floods in the face. At first the Brenta
ford
friend wakes where the dream left, from breathtaking to beautiful
imbrunali plantain songs of experiments.
TOLL NINE. 1978
that remains is a red house
bands faded, eyes bereft,
more breaking point
that house to collapse on the memories gone,
a cross between two major roads along the alien
gymkhana villas. The Gate of
Pina careful
dropped the echo of the train whistle, take off the vane
red stop sign, or put;
pierced the fog delay.
Filled the wire from poles holding
species between trellis step, something that shook
in motion a new thrust.
Goodbye! Hello beautiful age
vague glimpse of my past as the starting time,
tired today comes
inland stray time,
seeking the balance that is not.
LA Riviera del Brenta. 1981
Ville-age mold
Hecate learn adjusts the shot, shadows
outdated diatribe
walls of the obstacle stands
Cotto phosphatic breccias
breath in the bowels of Olympus tired
crash of statues, fencing of poplars ,
vultures asphalt to their flesh.
tickling riches for Vesta ... gratings.
what was more as lime sand,
the infantry closed
shots of the world where the story picks up its pieces.
Troubles reels watercourses
mirrors blurred wheel d'Avola,
the sandbanks between human drudi silent
lose oxygen vented the lagoon.
THE BURCHIELLO. 1970
Verdi banks in June of nickel silver
breasts wobble light, bones are gathered in the ancient villas
vestal in silence, a world of enchantment
woke up with bites. Yesterday the river via saliva
Ephesus, dedicated to the heart arena
whet the spinet, the living room moves.
pains today to stop it, surf the wake, suddenly looked
bites the spear.
Centuries young brigade in the wake
fall tortuous and slow, beautiful and ugly
this air redolent of this, wake
franante the edge of the comb.
never returned, neither word nor soul;
fallen glories
lari white Convertible flight movements on the shores of the cannulas. Female
water under the bridge
lingering memories are short of time, to the tin hole
the sky has hit rock bottom,
eyes hollow statues fever from his mother's nerves
long view to sell.
Quadri del Brenta leaps sun, accompanied
leaks poplars, allodial shadows, each park
choral chest tightens
shadow of land change his fossil discoveries.
Adorno family home to foil plains
remembering: Dress orinni bailiffs and figures;
greedy, I remove the terrible violence in Riviera sleep
press tomorrow.
E 'already reason to be missed at night
History,
mind arena rock the boat moorings
impossible to walk past her nightmares.
CHIMNEYS THE RIVIERA. 1980
The wind has changed, a wisp of smoke
somersaults in the yard, gouty eviction
old chimneys not more tufts. Coppice
the sun was the fire spread
winter mists tales ite, port
angel, oak, the patriarch of the dead
night, owls, heart in hand on benches watching
desired melting.
was born the old, the rake
without blood, witches and apple proliferation in the air, trembling
shelled the moon shadows.
Chimneys grandparents in style or even discharged
bearded black, uneducated and even the flame
edac outpost,
crime at your feet, skirmishes
of lovers, who plotted, loves
clean indoor lingering embers.
Alter the street I keep an eye
antennas off skies, witnesses
stone Scott, the coat of arms in marble, to
's huts hermitages memories of free-range. Each
crackles his story to the bridle
or sparks of kindling in rural barns;
warmth we break out in negligence or reflux
ridge chimneys.
no one has spoken along the way
safe harbor if the warmth of the fireplace.
CHURCH OF VENETIAN VILLAS. 1983
churches sing the heart of Villa
at risk of bleaching a choir robe, the open
the soul of the fathers
year zero in the grass, destiny,
reflux leak on the old footprint. In
bend in the river or hidden
fringe of leaves missing growth in man,
on their skin a landslide
balls at every pulse of wind
voice of fate rolls to the echo.
private church of caste
disused former silent vow to honor the walls
true miracles hardly ever today, crazy
faith alone is not enough
often leaving the tunnel in black. The bell
caged
touches his whip in the intimate Baroque altars, where
here late glory
bones are worn by pomp
more sunshine in their insomnia.
OF THE FOSCARI
This MALCONTENTA. 1982
is the time to live out of the way of peaceful dip
intimate conversation;
seemed to place less of a lady
made his break
female golden cage of pain dark.
Fable filtered by the closed disk
Opal befriends blown nodes of lead, Or else
vulgar quarrel never satisfied
or wise Geo
A if enough evidence was all over. Or
horizons within the old story of summer heat, sweaty time
his inhuman swings
shoulders curved in intent,
people of this caliber leads luck.
es'accompagna guitar in the blast, the fresco
then the truth has to be silent.
E 'the Hall of color. Magni
the centuries went by here, they depopulated the porch steps
trebbi weakest his heart. The pilaster
waist to Palladio
water line on the arc of the infinite, the flock of gas
get enough today to set
poplars cut off his breath,
toxic summer virgin still anemic.
VILLA PISANI. 1979
pearl in a necklace of water on the chest
true in Europe.
E 'Cà Doge
of fluid in the Palladian embrace,
feather flying here stayed there the pleasure apex
royalty. Virtual
to Costa
group of mirage
common nemesis he never gave up full,
of September to the first cosmic fog.
distracted at the time of clonus Heads
scanned press vented walls, leap
root of nothing in the bank closed
equestrian echoes landslide. A lot of laps
hedges
screams anthem dl Fire
to pieces when not love grows green, the semicircular
crossroads in the aisles of sycamore
pomp Belvedere ciacole masks. The colonnade
invents an escape
the hallway opens up the pages, starry nights
vague
overnight doubled the moonbeam on the waves.
coaches mention the choir, from the stables
qual'inno moves spaces to peace
the arts, sciences, rejoicing in the glory of the Pisani
by the poet of color
and beyond, turned pale buds of Bautte.
back into the vortex, that posterity
babble of new entry:
not sink the image lead to tremors
never crashes arms to the sky the trees.
New millennium enlighten the Pisani;
not wake up tomorrow do not press or leg
History danced the last veil.
Etc .... ... .. Etc ... etc. .. (all the villas of the Riviera)
