Thursday, June 1, 2017




You turn back
while not from far away
I’m following you

Sitting now
in that chair
of an extraneous room
white and grey its walls
like the clouds outside
in this cold autumnal morning
hanging a small painting
of the Virgin
there silent since ever
and people from the beds
observing curious

You look at me
and I get close to you
and see mute tears flowing
from your eyes

I'd hug you
hold you tight
cherish you
with the nicknames
of our moments together
among the friendly walls
which have seen you grow

Agitated my soul motions
like when of a sudden
the wind comes
to shake the leaves
among the shivering branches
and you can hear their whispers
as accelerated heartbeats while
carried away by the wind breaths

I take your hand
and you smother your torment
pretending to feel good
and I to believe you
@ Maria Miraglia


When at summer nights
along the golden shores of the seas
in the light of the full moon
lovers whisper
their promises of eternal love
the willows tops
silently bent on them
to listen to their tender words
that light hover in the air
and begin dancing
lulled by the mild winds
filled the air with their sweet sounds

The angels there
open their wings to bring them higher
to the white clouds
that like ivory caskets
welcome them as precious pearls
and stay still
curious to observe
men on earth

But, as in a magic
when lovers break their promises
the sky darkens
the clear white clouds
become dark and grey with pain
flounder bursting with anger
the sweet words of love
turn into raindrops
to beat against the roofs and windows
of the homes
to remember people
to be faithful to love
By Maria Miraglia


I get close to the window
of my lonely room and
with my hand shape a circle
on the fogged glass
to see outside
some lampposts dimly enlighten
the deserted avenue where
a stray cat is in search of a shelter
and  the leaves of the alders
seem to tremble
in the wind
faintly come from afar
the noises of the cars
still coming and going

The moon and her flickering maidens
framed in the great canvas
spread their white light
while watching over the men’s dreams
how many the  secrets they keep
of us  on earth and
our troubled lives
night after night
with synchronous rotation
never tired
never complaining
to follow the celestial order
over and over again


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