Marialuigia
(Born in Abruzzo migrants in Italy and then Greece, where she lived a few decades, devoting to the education of two sons and Stavros Konstantinos. Re-returned to Italy a few years, stopped in Bologna. He says of himself: "I am the daughter of the sea, I am Cassandra, often cry like Ariadni abandoned, I wove my canvas as Penelope, I walked on Olympus as the Dee to understand, from above, that the adventure of Life must be lived to the end, with a smile of contradictions, with the tenderness of the dream and the discretion of those who sail the head because the soul is not penetrated by eye ")
WOMEN OF GREECE
I have seen
burned in the sun
browse your canvas
like goats.
Skin olive-colored curves
to ask forgiveness
clods of earth to walk on
eyes
that crumble looks swollen
mysteries,
women of Greece.
Black as a prayer to God that his heart bitter
carved by a knife-edge sharp and wise
mute like the ancient statues which ironically
life and they close in the mouth every question.
OUTSIDE
Solitaire
jokes with the weeping of the guitar
eyes
immense quiet of the evening horizon
meadows
lament of a sailor.
deception
knows the pain of exile
eternally defeated.
With the sinking of Ithaca
the dream perdenel salty sea.
PENELOPE Penelope, you have never said
deception lived
tears unnecessary costs
weaving a web for people who would not go.
I have spoken of a thousand sirens of Circe
properties
blondes
foamy
on rocks in the sun naked virgins
the salty sea.
Wait
was a dream that your son gave you courage
But still waiting twenty years.
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