ELISABETTA BAGLI

ELISABETTA BAGLI

A THOUSAND FORMS

I have become air

In order to follow you,

I have taken many forms

To dress up your days.

Now I am the breeze

Blowing on the grass,

The sunrise and the sunset

And the scent of flowers.

I am the light

That resonates in the mind

And the fear that has vanquished death.

You will see me in rainbows

And in a thousand dove flights,

In drops of a pure fountainhead

Covering my land with pearls.

You will look at yourself in the mirror

And you will see me on your lips,

I will light up the smile

Of the Black Sun

That now lives in you.

YOUR HEART

Your heart

Is sewn to mine

As the skin

Combining the chests

Opened in the fury

Of a fleeting hug,

As silent and vibrant

Islands

Which eternal touch

Their nakedness.

Your heart

Is sewn to mine

With the intrepid wire

Of the words

That arise from singing

Of hidden souls

And populate dreams

And skies of life.

Your heart

Is sewn to mine,

Palpitating blood

Cloudless,

Exploding into the eyes,

In our hands

And only we

Know why.

... AND THE MOON SAYS

... And the moon says

Of kisses along walls

And naked and real bodies,

Of embracing the light

And destinies through the foliage,

Of lives already carved,

But shocked by the

Milky and packed waves,

Of love at the window.

... And the moon says

Of storms on the back

And sides such as bows,

Of elegant violins

And the heat of the night,

Of the red of the sorrows

And glowing eyes,

Of hidden toasts

When everything around is peace.

... And the moon says

Of the wind between fingers

And intense and strong hands,

Of words on the lips

Painted in the old rooms,

Of us, fragile souls

Doomed to silence,

Eternal more than gold,

Shining in the unsuspecting world.

ELISABETTA BAGLI