ERMANNO SPERA

 

 

The King Of Toys

 

you fill the little house with toys

play with puppets

and they will multiply

until you are the king of toys

you fill the garden with essences

because the flowers that you do not grow are plastic

you stretch the mouth

you light up your teeth

so that your face is a false smile

and behind it a subtle deception

bend down jester to show alms

that will never be given

to those who seek them in vain

you hide them like a magician, in your sonorous hat

you offer a hand to those who hold it out

irony of fate is only a glove

you put it in your pocket and go away

he who hoped hopes in vain

you fill the little house with toys

you fill the garden with essences

you are the king of toys

it is useless to ask for what will not be given

it is useless to open your little house

it is useless to enter your garden

one would find nothing but nothing

 

Clochard

 

three hundred grains of without fixed abode

looking for a dolphin feather

savouring the smell of a fireplace

scattering shadows on a sidewalk

where willow branches caress the ground

and a mongrel dog so as not to be alone

green lawns, concrete curbs, a bench

where the night has the same taste as the morning

cardboard houses to stain the rooms

lights for not to be among the scattered stars

heart and love so as not to know about things at home

in a mind where chaos invades

friendly sky that accompanies you

not the scent of a lasagna

which is mother when the bite tightens

and the stomach of the dreams of a table is dyed

river that caresses coin

between sacks of rags at to be silk

step after lanky step

with the clothes of anyone had passed

butts that are spades

and scars that are decks

to cover the frost of a harsh winter

at to pass with the lightness of an elephant

three hundred grains of without fixed abode

at to search for a dolphin feather

heavy footprints so as not to read destiny

 

ERMANNO SPERA

 

ERMANNO SPERA, was born in Rome on 11 March 1967, where he lives. He is a writer, poet and painter. He has participated in various poetry competitions and his poems have been included in national and international literary anthologies. Philosophical concepts, metaphorical expressions and a great lyrical ability are highlighted in his poems. He knows how to juxtapose with skillful stylistic ability images and landscapes of the soul and strong conceptual intuitions. Ermanno Spera’s poems are a treasure trove of ideas, inventions, hidden adventures where the poetic and artistic spirit of the author is compressed and expressed. In his works, the concept of troubled humanity almost always manifests itself even if the poet tends to hide and mask reality, making it become joyful and peaceful as his soul thirsting for peace and justice desires. Sometimes his poetry becomes hermetic and enigmatic. Many metaphors, visions and how much thought his mind releases which does not rack his brain over memory, but always tries to pave the way for new paths of the spirit.