ERMANNO SPERA

 

 

Like A Hummingbird

 

a sleeping angel

caresses my awakening

when with hummingbird wings

you give yourself generously

to begin colouring my sky

my going is a sweet guitar melody

that ripples the notes as if they were hair in the wind

I write love letters

for those who cannot find the words

and dress themselves in humility

that love that caresses souls

smoothing the edges

that life sometimes creates

like so many chairs out of place

you stretch out your arms to find my neck

your sweet eyes

which are the only ones I see

the mirror of a soul

that has been orphaned for too long

I brush your forehead with my lips

my little one, you even smile

when I fade away

with the passing of the years

almost forgetting your name

or confusing salt with sugar

you forgive me every time

every time I get lost in this city

you find me and take me home

I know you are there

and that is enough for me

you forgive me for my forgetfulness

the wrinkles on my face,

the yellowed rooms

you are my hummingbird

with a light and fast beat

that quickly repairs a mind

that is losing its way

a path of memories and recent moments

you fly over my heart

and you do not regret it

 

7 February 2026

 

that storm surge

the rocks covered by the waves of the sea

among the canvases where eyes cannot see

nor understand

depth becomes something superficial

when words unfold like a falling aeroplane

the beginning of a fantastic day

to be written on the lines of a page

with a red pen

a woman resumes her life

closing an ironing board

hanging the shapes on a wall

creating a question mark

you who look at me like another person

it’s still me

the potholes in the road fill with water

our plate is full of clams

crossing time can hurt

no fishing boat has left the harbour

the sky promises another storm

your bottle of holy water

that cave without tears of blood

the memory of nights of love

sprayed with iodine by the wind

by the salt that filled our skin

consuming them with kisses from our mouths

Civitavecchia today brings back all this

in a sky as leaden as eyes that have stopped shining

the sun sometimes hides so well

everyone knows that pine needles don’t prick

and that cattle have their horns cut off

they can hurt so much

a smile in your pocket after the rough sea

an avenue of eucalyptus trees

whose scent

they say is good for the heart

 

 

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 skilful 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.