Sguardo di transito (Glancing through)

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Tuesday, October 14, 2008

A letter to Colomba

My dear Colombina, is there a difference between night and day on your side? May be you will laugh at me and you would be right, i know. Here it is always dark, as on your side there is always light, but with a difference, by the way: if you look towards the depths, as far as i can realize, you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 9, 2008

A letter to Colomba

2) Dear Colomba, today i remembered the light, this will sound strange to you after what i said in the latest letter… well, you see… we, too, suffer the same law, that is we always give a name to what strikes us, we call the absent and when he comes he of course remembers to us that we should never... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 6, 2008

Letters to Colomba

Letters to Colomba. A note. Colomba in Italian means Dove. I Dearest Colomba, your message arrived today… Oh, how silly am i! It isn’t Chronos to take us messages, at times i forget it. Today i was there, that’s all, i was there to try to be aware of where i am and there your message of salvation... Sign in to see full entry.

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Salutation

Dear friends, I am now leaving again to Roma for the new issue of the magazine. It is difficulto to be present everyday but I will try to do it. I am preparing new editions this time in prose, or may be better poetic prose. Some years ago, i was contacted for a strangre bur charmin project: a set of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

A poem

You are back to me little moon nearly invisible wings retain a face of scapegoat its majestic pregnance… Sometimes you retire shell of a small nut raft of straw your fine body. Sei tornata a me piccola luna ali invisibili, quasi, trattengono un volto di capro la sua maestosa pregnanza… A volte ti... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

A poem

Imagination is a woman, among her braids sleeps reality. (Adonis) Among your hair colors are restless and worlds, alike and far away on the right side curl a waning moon, on the left side one, a pregnant womb, a sail, the kiss of a man on the deck, made of half-moon and sceptre. L'immaginazione è... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 22, 2008

A poem

Open is the window, the sky is bright with a blue dagger crosswise a ship, keen like a verse an aircraft-carrier for dreams… … But the night lacking you is only darkness, the ringing of telephone a trembling flame around the wick of dreams… Flickers in the silence the shelling time and when i close... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 20, 2008

A poem

The music has returned the notes envelope the night window panes are closed yelding is the naked body to the voices to the sweet unleashing of everything… … Like the net that everyday is weaving and at night is undone because tomorrow’s net will be of gold, not this one, a dying out imitation… … So... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

My haiku

A note. All my haiku. Other poems in a few days. Harpo47 HAIKU They scratch windows winter nightmares always. Rigano finestre inverno incubi sempre. The sense the nothing a flying kite Il senso il nulla aquilone che voli Clotted drops the egg a man, dreaming Gocce rapprese l'uovo un uomo che sogna... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Some haiku

Note. Of course it is impossibile to reproduce in western languages the idea of haiku; anyway I have some short poems, better to say flashes that may in some way recall it.Harpo47 HAIKU They scratch windows winter nightmares always. Rigano finestre inverno incubi sempre. The sense the nothing a... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

Glancing through is the blog made by Franco Romanò, an Italian writer. On it are published essays of literary criticism, poems, a novel, sentences and other, always conneceted with literature. Some of the texts are both in Italian and English; some other only in Italian, but translation of texts of interest may be done on request.

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