lundi

~ OCEANO MIO MARE / OCEAN MY SEA

[bilingual composition: Italian / English]



    Alazati!
    Surge!

    Onda magnifica
    Magnificent wave

    Fino a toccare
    Until you touch

    Il cielo
    The sky

    Del mio efflato
    Of my efflate


    Levati!
    Rise!

    Flutto immenso
    Immense ripple

    Della mia vita alata
    Of my winged life

    Tra gli spruzzi di fredda
    Among the spray of

    Brina salata
    Cold salty brine


    Cavallone pulsante
    Pulsating breaker

    Del tormento interiore
    Of my inner blaze

    Spacca con la tua
    Part with your

    Forza oceanica
    Oceanic force

    Il mare del mio stupore
    The sea of my wonderment




dimanche

~ MARINE REGENERATION



    I always walk down to the sea
    I dip to my waist
    And watch my torso outlined
    With the electric green phosphorescence
    Of algal waters

    Light sparks
    Swirl around me
    My body coming apart
    Atom by atom
    Slipping away into the ocean

    I am disappearing
    I am myself again
    I am whole,
    Oh yeah
    Sun, kiss me!




vendredi

~ NEPTUNE’S PIROUETTE



    I will dance
    Barefooted
    With sodden sand
    Between my toes
    Until the echo
    Of melodic spheres
    Will hum my soul
    To transposed seas




dimanche

~ THE SCENTS AND WATERS THEME



A POETIC SEXTETTE


    1.
    OCEAN MADE


    I want to tell you the ocean knows this
    that life in its jewel boxes
    is endless as the sand
    impossible to count
    pure
    and among the purple grapes
    time has made the petal
    hard and shiny
    made the medusa full of light
    and untied its knot
    letting its musical threads fall
    from a horn of plenty
    made of infinite reflections.


    2.
    TANTALUS SINNING


    Oh woman whom I loved and lost
    I summon you in the moist hour
    I raise my song to you.

    Oh woman, I do not know
    how you could contain me
    in the earth of your soul
    in the cross of your arms.

    How terrible and brief
    my desire was to you
    how tensed and avid.

    Cemetery of lost kisses
    there is still fire in your tombs
    still the whited bones
    of my lost mind
    burn impossible images
    as crows of desire
    peck at my heart.


    3.
    FRAGRANCE


    Wakening from the dreaming forest
    the sage sprig
    sang under my tongue
    its drifting fragrance
    climbed up
    through
    my conscious mind
    as if suddenly
    the roots I had left behind
    cried out to me
    the land I had lost
    with my childhood
    etched in my soul
    and I stopped
    wounded
    by the wandering scent.


    4.
    LONELY SYLLABLE


    Over your breasts of motionless current
    over your legs of firmness and water
    over the permanence and the pride
    of your naked hair
    I want to be,
    now that the tears are
    thrown
    into the raucous baskets
    where they accumulate,
    I want to be
    alone with a syllable
    of mangled silver,
    alone with a tip
    of your breast of snow.


    5.
    ROSE NOIR


    Do not take away the black rose,
    the lance flower that you pluck,
    the water that suddenly
    bursts forth in joy,
    the sudden spray
    of silver born in you.


    6.
    NASCENT


    Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces
    they will bloom resurrected in the waves
    This is how you become everything that lives.



samedi

~ SEINE FONCÉE


    I adore you still -
    Foolish terrible emotion
    Kneeling in devotion
    As a priest to his idol will.

    Your undone hair conceal
    Desert, forest scents:
    In your exotic countenance
    Lie secrets unrevealed.

    Over your flesh perfume drifts
    Like incense around a censor:
    Tantalizing dispenser
    Of evening's ardent gifts.

    No potions could compete
    With your potent idleness:
    You've mastered the caress
    That raises dead me to their feet.

    Your hips themselves are romanced
    By your back and by your breasts:
    By your languid dalliance.

    Now and then, your appetite's
    Uncontrolled, unassuaged:
    Mysteriously enraged,
    You kiss me and you bite.

    Dark one, I am torn
    By your savage ways,
    Then, soft as the moon, your gaze
    Sees my tortured heart reborn.

    Beneath your satin shoe,
    Beneath your charming silken foot.
    My greatest joy I put
    My genius and destiny, too.

    You bring my spirit back,
    Bringer of the light.
    Exploding color in the night
    Of my Seine so black.


vendredi

~ MENTAL WAVES


    Surfing
    On a wave of music
    Carries my soul
    To heaven.

    No need for drugs,
    My brain’s orgasm
    Reaches peaks of wonder
    Travelling on its own breaker.

    Rolling
    On a wave of music,
    Riding
    On a white horse
    Of parossistic notes,
    Am lifted to infinity.


jeudi

~ LIQUIDITY

...à la Rimbaud



    Like a seraph sitting at a bar
    I live clutching a ribbed glass
    Under a sky swollen by soaring sails

    In me inaccessible dreams,
    Like hot excrements
    From an old dovecote
    Make sweet burns into my skin
    And my tender heart
    Is gradually sapwood
    The young gold sun
    Bathing in blood

    And when I have carefully swallowed
    Each and every dream again
    I turn around
    With so much fire into my veins
    And prepare to release the acrid need

    Soft as the Lord of cedar and hyssope
    I piss highest and farthest
    Towards tedious heaven
    With the large heliotropes
    Consenting.


lundi

~ SEA NYMPHS



    Where stars sleep
    In the calming black waves
    White nymphs of love
    Slowly move
    Stretching naked
    Among the anemones

    As a passing ghost
    My sadness
    Floats with them
    In a thousand years
    Of sweet folly
    Sighing in the breeze

    Surfacing in consciousness
    Wind kisses their breasts
    Melting the petals
    Of their virginity
    And lucent foams of longing
    Play songs of desire.



dimanche

~ SURGING FROM WATER



    I believe in you
    Divine Mother
    Marine Aphrodite
    Yet bitter is the way
    Since the other God
    Crucifies me
    To his carnal cross

    Man’s chastity
    Is a diabolical grin
    Dirtying primitive Beauty
    In the flames
    Of writhing idols
    While the Universe
    Stares untouched













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