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- Herausgeber: Editorial Autores de Argentina
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
We live in an infinite itineration of current moments. All we have left are memories, choices, and many paths we do not take. We also have stories and in my case the wish to explore the realm of what could have been. Poems about connection, resignification, love and ultimately decisions. To wonder how we are all connected not only to others, but also to other versions of oneself, with an ink trace that binds everything together and brings it into this wonderful present.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
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Lucia Di Giulio
The Moons that have not been
Lucia Di Giulio The Moons that have not been / Lucia Di Giulio. - 1a ed. - Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires : Autores de Argentina, 2022.
Libro digital, EPUB
Archivo Digital: descarga y online
ISBN 978-987-87-2647-2
1. Poesía. I. Título. CDD A861
EDITORIAL AUTORES DE [email protected]
Tabla de contenidos
Lost compasses
The moons that have not been
Five minutes more
Five minutes less
Sunset wishes
To Carito because seeing through your eyes makes me a better person and gives me the impulse to work for a better world.
To Yani for taking the road with me through multiple dimensions of being and universe, and because without you, I would not know all the marvels the universe contains.
Every moment of my life, every situation, and especially every person I ever let into my world is a big part of the writer sitting before this page.
In this book, there are many versions of myself in different stages of life, always coming back to the blank page to bleed ink all over it and create everything that comes next.
A bit like life.
Lost compasses
It does not stop turning, it looks for the north, and it does not find it.
Spins.
Stops.
It seems it found it, but it is not there
Spins out of control, lost in the immensity
Seeing how the north it chased for so long, was now left behind.
Spins, looking where to start.
Spins without knowing where it is going to stop
Empty norths
Lost compasses
The feeling of being lost
Spins and keeps spinning
Spinning and turning out of control.
Eventually it will stop, but for now, it is time to enjoy the madness.
Finally, Autumn again.
Through my window, I can see everything clearly
A fraction of what is happening to the world
A fraction of what is happening inside me.
The leaves start turning brown
and the green wall outside starts showing pieces of the wall behind.
In summer I cannot see the wall
In winter, there is nothing there but a wall with empty branches that cover it.
But Autumn brings the magical process.
The unveiling.
One by one, the leaves start to wilt and fly.
Uncovering what was always laying below.
Letting go of what they don’t need anymore.
What if love is only seeing you laugh?
I miss you. I feel you. I imagine you.
I imagine you laughing. I see you laugh
I hear you laugh. I feel your joy
I miss you less, or maybe more.
I only know that we could calculate how much I miss you for the number of times I imagine you laughing
Maybe they are infinite.
In me they are.
I promise to always remember your laugh and hear you laugh whenever I want.
And yes, that’s love.
To love is to see you laugh,
Love is to see you laugh.
The moons that have not been
You can always fantasize about the moons that have not been. We can imagine how things would have been if something had happened differently. It’s something I frequently do, walking down the roads of what might have happened. In general, is an exercise that does not hurt. I can imagine many scenarios that never happen and enjoy them. Usually there is no pain, and no regret.
There is one however that makes me cry every time it pops into my mind. Is the memory of the day I said no, when all I wanted was to scream “Yes!” Fear got in the way, and it was all I could feel.
Those are the moons that weigh on me, the ones where I decided against myself and fear won
Those are the moons in my life that I wish I could recover, but I know they were lost some time ago.
The moons that have not been because I wasn’t my truest self.
We are beings of multiple layers, multiple influences, multiple creations.
We can reinvent ourselves at will, change who we are.
Rewrite the circumstances of our lives.
Give meaning to all that ever happened to us.
We are made of all the things that surround us.
We are made of all the things that are inside
We are made of all the things that ever contained the universe.
We are all made from the same components, just different expressions
We are a small part of everything in the universe.
We are made of stardust, light, and darkness.
I woke up scared
I was half expecting to have someone watching me sleep.
I took a deep breath and waited for the dream fog to subside.
It made absolutely no sense. Nothing did.
One minute I was in my bed and in the next one I wasn´t.
I was in another world.
I could see a building and some stairs
The kind that you can look into the abyss while you are going down.
