My footprints on the world E-Book

Nuccio Coriale

• Herausgeber: ALBA Editori
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Have you ever thought about what will remain of you after your existence on planet Earth?
I often think about it, but it's not a fear of dying, I call it a desire to live as long as possible, but how long is unknown.
As I write and collect poems for this book, I have been thinking about what will remain of me on this Earth. I'm not talking about material possessions or good or bad actions I have taken. I'm talking about emotions, feelings, and caresses that I have given to someone. Nobody ever thinks about leaving a will for these things, almost nobody remembers to put in writing an emotion they have felt, to leave a trace of the deepest part of their humanity.
I want to leave on my path, from my tiny existence, small living pebbles, the echo of my emotions transformed into verses, hoping that if someone were to search for me tomorrow, they would know where to find me.
I would like to be, for those who love me, like the light of a star that can still be seen from Earth, actually extinguished, who knows how many millions of years ago.
"My footprins on the world" poems by Nuccio Coriale.

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Nuccio Coriale

My Footprints on the World

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Biography

Carmine Coriale, also known as Nuccio Coriale, was born on March 31, 1972, in Scandale (Kr) Italy. He completed his early education in Crotone and concluded it in Rho (Mi) at the technical industrial institute. His passion for literature and poetry has always accompanied him, leading to the composition of a series of lyrics that reflect his sensitivity. Today he lives in Milan with his family and works as a manager at an automotive company. In the evenings, he dedicates himself to reading and his poetry. His first book of verses is called "Sentieri di Vita" and is in digital format. Subsequently, both in print and digital formats, the works "Sarà l'amore che sento" (G.A. Edizioni) and "Come soffio leggero" (Alba Editori) were born. He participated in the composition of an anthology called "Il cuore caldo del cielo" (G.A. Edizioni). He often participates in poetry readings that take place in Milan and other cities. He has created and manages a Facebook page called "Poesie di Nuccio Coriale e autori vari" followed by over 13000 followers.

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Foreword

My footprints on the worldI've read a lot about Poet Nuccio Coriale and after getting to know him, I haven't stopped. I like Nuccio who speaks to the moon and gives it his pain "Sweet Moon" and is able to represent in verse a rainbow of emotions stirring up memories, fueling dreams and hopes, and meanwhile the soul ignites and calms down. These are, by Nuccio, pages from an autobiographical diary, a journey through time that he undertakes with intensity, using simple words, between light and shadow, noise and silence. He renames it "My footprints on the world," this his latest manuscript, because he firmly wants his presence to remain in the world, so he leaves small, live pebbles here and there, which know how to shine, make themselves seen, traces that are fixed indestructibly in the storm of passing time. No one wins against time, no one will live forever, except the verse of a poem and the echo of an emotion (My footprints on the world). On the power, the magic of poetry; Nuccio comes back again, stops and tells. I don't know how to define poetry, I really wouldn't know... Who would know how to name poetry? What is poetry? Where is it? Nuccio knows how to talk about peace, strength, and salvation that comes from poetry, because he has experienced all these things, tasted them since poetry entered his heart. Poetry to observe reality, to live it like a dream, embroidering and weaving it. How sweet is the representation of poetry in his verses! It is like love, music, nature, friendship and salvation. And while Nuccio writes, he approaches the world and gives it away. ...I found the wood of a wreck and I clung to it..., soothing the pain and prolonging the pleasure. I would call him the poet of love, his favorite theme, that love represents, draws, tells and declares with different nuances, because to him black and white does not belong. How many words of love do you tell me... He wisely chooses words, as if they were flowers, as if they were songs, because the weight of words doesn't burn the magic of love, but rather wakes up emotions, coloring them. Touching your breast while you're making sauce (Everyday Poems). The poet who gives discoveries, disturbances, that have marked his time, that never stop. And he walks with time, follows it, chases it, never stops. He looks and holds in mind the arrival point, this beautiful poet, where lonely, sad people, people that time has changed and made fragile are waiting for him (Father, little of mine), ...Put your tired hand on my arm... "I will listen to your rough voice... I will help you finish the words, like when you taught me to speak as a child. Touching is the image of an old and tired father that a son leads by the hand, becoming his strength and legs. Nuccio, true to himself, does not fear to reveal himself. He is determined, spontaneous, and sometimes bold. So many places, smells, and sighs serve as background and accompany him, and here it seems to hear him, that voice that now tinkles like crystal, now shatters like rough glass. He knows how to be amazed, this poet, he knows how to make us amazed like a child; And he becomes a child in his home, in his daily life, under the attentive and loving eye of his mother (the mother's phrases). Cover yourself well, it's cold..., don't worry me..., hold my hand... Because mothers are always worried and persist in seeing that son always a child and it doesn't matter if he himself holds his child. Each of his words becomes poetry and while he tells and listens. The lived times, the lost ones, the ones left hanging that are still waiting. "Promise." Expressed with infinite tenderness albeit with a fast rhythm, because he is in a hurry to arrive at his beloved, honoring the promise. His words are like an oath: These hugs that I can't give you now will not be lost... because when I finally hold you close to me, in one embrace I will give you all... Nuccio Coriale, always in harmony with his poetic vein, takes the heart and with a caress ignites the rhythm, makes it fly because it goes through the mind and settles in the soul. This artist involves me, takes me by the hand. Conscious, deliberate, who does not keep quiet but also knows how to shout; And then he sings and suffers, without dispersing. Because, God, you put us all on this great ship... in the sea of life... What does this Odyssey mean? Look down, God, explain this shipwreck (The sea of life) Questions that press, that repeat, and meanwhile Nuccio becomes a witness and transmits knowledge. He reaches out to God and speaks to him, with a different intelligence from those who don't believe, he feels him present and entrusts him with despair, confidences, fears, making them prayer and waiting, like a wanderer in the endless desert." Great faith poet, forging a path in that desert, the space to cross to reach the Other, the Promised Land that will welcome him as all believers. I carefully read the pages of Nuccio's latest work, "My footprints on the world," a collection of clearly interesting verses, and reached the last verse, I recognized his signature, going back and always reflecting. I wish everyone would read it and travel with him, and only then could they feel his embrace and those intense emotions, like a shudder. Feeling inside an incredible inner strength, just like someone falling in love. Falling in love with this travel companion, Nuccio Coriale. Rosi Pititto