ERMANNO SPERA
Always
for all the times I didn’t love
for all the times I came back
and he was no longer the same
for all the times I didn’t chase a dream
for all the times I followed a mirage
for all the times they called me Peter Pan
for all the times they called me reckless
for all the times they threw mud at me
for all the times I’m sorry, I can’t
for all the times they told me you’ll see
for all the times I feel like a flying balloon
for all the times I have the ballast
for all the times I would like to give more
for all the times that they weren’t there for me
for all the times I shared my time
for all the times I was laughed at
for all the times I was disrespected
for all the times of a smile
for all the times I carry inside
for all the times it rains,
then the sun, then it rains again
for all the times of a mirror
the silence between the words
for all times, time
time, for all times
That Night
you wore the pink of a dawn
colored the moon’s dressing gown
the magic of silence
the background of the stars in the night
even the sea had long arms
and legs tapered
sand
allowed to be gently caressed
from your skin illuminated by pearls of dew
I was behind a shed
inside that sea
my smile in the waves while I saw you playing
your hair enveloped the whole world
enclosed in my youthful fantasies
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.
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