Eyes of waterfall
*foto by jmarx (click to view others)
Water
just an instant before
becoming, in a name, waterfall
mirrors its personal
choice to vaporize
a swirl towards the old stoned bed
which shape, even the next instant, it will follow
as it’s proper of a river flowing while becoming
dissolving only the very illusion in choice
with closed up eyes, puzzled
in the last stifled breath,
from its short vacuum,
to the next pounce.
©JmArX (Andrea Lucheroni)
English translation by Eleonora Matarrese to my italian version Untitled

May 26, 2008 at 2:36 pm
well, i think…
that …
iLL come here every day to read in a lenguag that’s no mine, the poems that’are mine…mine that explodes in my mind every time I read. Poetic-Mine with spOletta that give you something invec of kut you something…
O_o
May 27, 2008 at 1:48 pm
CC:NO
u r the one!
September 21, 2008 at 10:35 pm
wow in due lingue complimenti!! really great…sooooo good