Thursday, May 1, 2025

ERMANNO SPERA

 


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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