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We don’t know each other yet, dear readers. But I fell there is something similar in us. Maybe the will to think, to ask questions, to find answers...
Anyway, if you are reading this it means you are interested in flying through the dreams’ peaks!
So, let’s see where nature and the emotion of meetings, of dear ones and of thoughts bring us.
Landscapes, weather conditions, chemicals... they have always been talking to me. And I listen to them. Listen you too.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
Through the dreams peaks
Sylloge by Daniela Mirisola
Through the dreams peaks
Sylloge by Daniela Mirisola
First edition, January 2020
Isbn 978-88-3343-215-1
LFA Publisher
Lello Lucignano Editore
Diaz street, 17 -80023-
Caivano -Napoli, Italy
VAT number 06298711216
www.lfaeditorenapoli.it --- [email protected]
Printed distribution Libro Co. Italia -Firenze -
Introduction
We don’t know each other yet, dear readers.
But I fell there is something similar in us.
Maybe the will to think, to ask questions, to find answers...
Anyway, if you are reading this it means you are interested in flying through the dreams’ peaks!
So, let’s see where nature and the emotion of meetings, of dear ones and of thoughts bring us.
Landscapes, weather conditions, chemicals... they have always been talking to me.
And I listen to them.
Listen you too.
Yours,
Daniela
To nature,
beacuse it always makes me feel emotional.
Sky for me
A roof full of clouds,
thoughts’ sacks
that are waiting to be pierced.
Then, nothing.
Only rain.
Dew
Water hands,
through the incredolous hair.
Fast combs
for fleeting thoughts.
Storm
Deep and threatening thunders.
Lightnings are like scratches to the sky,
old ceiling getting cracked.
Wet glasses are crying.
Very much.
Cirri
Kites flying,
blend through cirri,
curled mustache
of bored clouds
that are looking for some glee.
Dark and light
Hidden reasons
pushed you
towards each other.
Close.
Faraway.
Polar lights
Parabolas and bottlenecks
of fields and sea
decorate the sky.
And they soon arrive
in the heart’s pockets.
Shout
No one hears me.
