Baby Rash Swollen Eyelid

Poems always

From the collection: Shelled words.



EUROPE. 1992


E 'the myth of a kidnapping,
feel the veins
not-for-justice
accomplice New Europe
found united together
The flag
corolla more stars on the top of each tower, the blue
extends the domain by the wind
not impose
but freedom to any man. Manco

long path the road early in the morning I take,
now burned grass surfaces
the dew caresses the foot
serene face of fate.
In this land where the sun comes
sinking my roots, to be
wide horizons
thrill to hear the union representing all my
similar
Europe and no gray.



grandfather Luigi (Gigi Sior Paron) 1983


The chair stuffed my grandfather did not
arm rest, if not now
passed from hand to mother earth in breast
foiled across the edge of every day
was the patriarch of the family together.
I owe our good weather, the agreement
footsteps to his old way,
a chorus, the choices wings of the morning. The more we try
francs now anchored here
keep alive the memory, seems safe and free
step forward.





AMO. 2006.


I love the sun,
silence, open spaces,
I love my friends, few, outspoken
be together
the song to be alive. I love to grow
years
the infinity of the free port, created
love, goodness,
and all that exists. The night also

with lights or at risk,
love life, his ups and downs

not for barter

but bad luck to get out again.


WINGS OF THE WORLD. 2005


Freedom is a gift
Peace conquest
a country flag, union
Europe
life right,
"Religio" choice
mutual respect, globalization
duty.
law a rule, all for the good of the earth

common hope
detangles,

the world is everyone's common will,
universal spirit
at high altitude with wings on his feet.



the toad. 2006


The toad struggling high jump
night slimy stone under assault, landslides
claw, the lip that hides
mouth drooling, the site shall be taken
accommodation
cra-cra In its defense it inflates . , Where the hybrid
train the dog, barking and digging
nail. Tempts, fluid
the rural life, the change of seasons historical
in the wake of a thousand horses prancing
wheels, soundproof booth
crisp, clean air hole
the cosmos does not smell of lightning ozone.
The time for dinner together,
simple agreement not empty words
itching to space, the ball hit the wooden
bowling, the head of a straight
does bite the bullet.


EVIL IN THE HOUSE. 2002


In bed I see the sky
roof window: watercolor palettes

beautiful or sulking over time, the wind whistling

rain or clear glass,
TV in my little world
frame leaf ' Gold
good awakening abounds,
or clouds today the impact. With other eyes

the rest in the hands of illusions
confetti blown into the quagmire

foam flower petals shaking. O
walnut comparison
washing the bone matures, kernels

turmoil in liberty plus past
the witness.



WAR. 2001


There is always a conflict to give up
outbreak or an echo, at worst, silence, peace, prepare
nowadays every three wars:
or white smoke from the crematorium at high altitude.
War, with tears flooding river
ignores the levees do not hold up the weak
disruptions, floods, and slaughters the alley private retreat, the sun refuses
the human shadows,
maze not coming ashore deceit
holy wars the desert God. The other side remembers

medals to his chest, blowing on the open wound, broken
heartbeat at birth: Peace! ..,
war chants castle memory.
in the clash came down to Ephesus,
understand the world sprinkled ruins
harvest revival of the pebble stone: Peace
the sweaty face of history,
chimera in the wake of a stormy sea ..


THE HEART. 1998

root of every heartbeat, or light rock

the human heart.
Only God knows the beating, no
his ripping
indeed the extremes together.
Whisper veins
scratch every corner of the wall, it takes leave
what hurts
will yield mends
thoughts buzzing hive. There
storm tear the thunder, the rain
of both firms, the most evil of the sword

any infected wound, where I do not put your finger
if not before a caress. In all this leads me
turmoil
excuse and never paid.
Often the reason of so much cross
he alone shall bear
for us with desire for fine
in that part which most resembles us





well curb. 2008


Why kill the parents?
not have failed to
for your life, or rather estimated in you.
The stone chest in a bomb
pace their stash
no super paid all at once then.
or group selection to boredom.
the buzz
office late at night by street children at all.
a stick her father, a day
dragged him to the yard at the well, his father clung to the true

knees shouted to his son
no, here I stood on my father, and hugged the two
true faith. The family
light sheet
door ajar, at the risk
vast areas of shade.




L 'AIA. In summer 2007


evenings
farmyard in the country, family and neighbors,
aroma of lights, shadows drunk
buzz of a full moon.
The facts are now
the plain words of yesterday
gesturing tell. The breeze
opening to private
the appearance abstract
clutch stuff of the future city, the news
taccone mending on rags.
Here we love each other! The
plant sap from the root of life, the country slips into talk

referee in the chest a rumor,
counts of child's play stars
to fall asleep. Good night!
The circle slowly melts,
again, tomorrow. Of the life sap from
root
the country slips into the chat
referee in the chest a rumor,
din of children playing
star to fall asleep.
Good night! The circle slowly melts.
tomorrow. Tomorrow is another story.

Pink Eye Traveling On Airplane

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)