MARIA TERESA LIUZZO

 

The Moment I Glimpse at the Sky

 

in the scribblings of confetti, in a single scream

that flutters, moving disjointed chants

of tidal shapes,

of hands – defining the beginning.

 

But don’t be afraid that I

may not wait for the return of Ulysses,

for the sun

that I entrap in his embrace that one can always rely upon

in the crater of a poppy.

 

I dress the bed as the lunar splendour’s bride,

since I feel you as a breeze that grows and never

eases in its eagerness for life’s hand-shaped voice.

 

The Night Is Dancing

 

The night is dancing in your pupils

On our entwined bodies

To the whiteness of a lost breath

in the heart

that breathes the ellera of a dream,

where the unconsciousness

is embellished with the limit

behind leaving

sunrises and sand worlds

getting bood of moths

The Colour of your eyes

Dresses the loneliness of the hour

And the wisdom of the bodies

Unravels.

Shadows of a never dissolved desire

Graffiti of memory on the lips

Moaning in the sheets

of mirrored geometries

 

Holly

 

In the morning ewer,

the air feathered by sunshine.

We are born from the stem

that paints silence.

 

Listen

 

to the symphony of the wind,

with its sublime notes

scattered among October berries.

In the transparent nights

of dreams and stars,

the mouth sips

the artificial Moon

of desire and love.

The expectations of each page,

fulfilled.

 

Translated From The Italian By Tony Kitt

 

MARIA TERESA LIUZZO

 

MARIA TERESA LIUZZO: Born in Saline di Montebello Jonico and lives in Reggio di Calabria (Italia). She is President of (P. Benintende Lyric and dramatic Association). She is journalist and publisher, Chief Director of Literary Review” LE MUSE”. She is writer, psycholic, Doctot at -Leibniz University Santa Fe, New Messico, USA. Modern Literature and Philosophy Prof. – USA. – Correspondent of de” Italy American bridge Il Ponte Italo”, USA, New Meagre ‘EUROPA (Hunedoara)-Romania