Sguardo di transito (Glancing through)

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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

A poem

Here i am again friends! A new poem, taken from an anthology. You are the analogous and the bridge the contact which sparkles and creates the care of life and its leasch You are the analogous and the tangle Unexplained, the isle longing for another side, the necessary drift. To the imperious call... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 16, 2008

Finis

Dear friends first of all i apologize for the many mistakes contained in my previous message. The text i publish is the Italian version of the last poem intitled FINIS. Last and not latest because unfortunately this is just the last poem of the collection Imaginary roots, the first book i published... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 14, 2008

Finis

IN this poem you will find two words in Italina even in the English version. FRATTALI becuaswe i did not find the transaltion (my dictionary is older than the definitin of FRATTALI in mathematics came on. The seocndo is CIAO because i suppose is a wellknown word, and is often used also by non... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

The whole poem with the Italian version

In shoes which were not yours you were writing a small piece of history, just you, yes, just you, bony and awkward son of Veneto. Like a poplar, lanky and oblique you were following boys like you with the careful eye of a spy, and were robbing someone else's sighs during your solitary rounds in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 10, 2008

A poem: conclusion

And yet, if you just from then had been American and Tom your name how many things would we have done together… …………………………….. You had entered our lives with your smuggled goods, you would have made your fine figure so brilliant and smart like an old irish butler forgotten during some retreats… Ah,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 8, 2008

second part

I lie in wait for you at night (finally freed) in one of my dreams: you will lie down like a naive lover in my bed and, double of ardent fantasies against disposition you will wink, finally rising a flag you were just paying respect only in solitary efforts. Come on, tell us the truth you were a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Another long text: first part

Finally back from rome! I had some problems, but here i am now. This is another long text. Veneto was considered, at those times, an awkword and very religious region of Italy. In shoes which were not yours you were writing a small piece of history, just you, yes, just you, bony and awkward son of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 19, 2008

The first part

This is the first part left in Milan, with the note. A new long poem: first part A note. Here is mocked the awkardness of these people. The centr-left government is not nowadays's one. The setting of this poem is mid '60s. The Swedish forniture was a fashion of those years, quite ridiculous, like... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 18, 2008

A poem: the whole poem and the Italian original

In effect the version in English is only from the second part to the end: i left the first in MIlan!!! “With these last ones they were luckier, to tell the truth, but only at the beginning; then they crumbled pulverizing saves and patrimonies. Breakfast-rooms furniture just drifting! Upset... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 17, 2008

A poem: conclusion

- eh the city, the city.... - in it there a bit of everything – - and in what is big, you know, - you can find good and evil What does the newspaper say, my lady Today? And Tomorrow what is going to happen? - - Summer is going to be hotter... - the government will be a seaside one... - they will... Sign in to see full entry.

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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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