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Narrativa
Poesia italiana
Poesia in lingua
Questa rubrica è aperta a
chiunque voglia inviare testi poetici inediti,
in lingua diversa dall'italiano, purché rispettino i più elementari principi
morali e di decenza...
poesie di Paolo Del Rosso
Aforismi
Interviste
Intervista a Francesco Gitto
a cura di Simonetta De
Bartolo
Intervista a Enrico Pietrangeli
a cura di Giulia
Iannone
Recensioni
Dai premi letterari
Luccautori - Premio Racconti Nella Rete
articolo di Demetrio
Brandi
Saggi
La traccia nella filosofia e nella poesia:
per un nuovo pensiero poetico-filosofico
articolo di Apostolos
Apostolou
La poeticità del mondo e come può divenire
un programmazione della pratica filosofica
articolo di Apostolos
Apostolou
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The Last Time I Died
di Paolo Del Rosso
Went to the top of the stairway
Enjoy sliding down
Lost my balance,
Floor speeding-up to me
until I reach the ground
Feel electrical
An hazy shock
As I jump wet on the bed
Was it only a dream
Or I am really dead?
Not too far away
Swimming in the sea
screamed loud and clear around
as I felt a quick sand
But nobody heard my voice
I was hanging out with some guys
going to nowhere
till we reach a party on the hill
filled with people I can't really understand
Was the same ol'story up to me
Million' times I've seen the scene
Tryin' to escape the world on a sailing ship
through the ocean in a bottle
Weather fine, birds on our heads
singing and laughing we could not see the end.
But as I turned to the horizon
saw the storm-bringer with his hammer falling down.
Woke-up in a strange place
No light, no sound, no space
Floating in the eternal void
When somebody showed me a trace
To lose yourself is so easy babe
But to come back home you have to die again
She said
I'd like to love you
but you're always
two feet in the ground
head to the sky
with your dreams
of blind horses
and wrecked knights
a graveyard of empty bottles
is your playground
a cup of wine
is your lover and your wife
why don't you be mine?
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