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🔴Three poems by a Romanian poet in Italian🔴

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Poet Monica Neri

Poesia originale in italiano

1.

Scelgo

Scelgo un posto

Dove l’oscurità

ÈdensaS celgo un posto

Dove la musica

È solo un’eco

Per vedere

Le nuvole che corrono

Sopra la luna

Soffocando le stelle

La pioggia sta arrivando

Prima dell’alba

E sento

Nell’aria fredda

Il tuo profumo.

 

 

2.

Scelta

 

La desolazione dentro

Ti piega, gira e tormenta

In un mondo pieno di tempeste

Di menti malate e cupe.

Il sole è coperto di nuvole neri,

Per nulla ci prova a dare la luce e pace serena.

La cura i poveri malati non vedono,

Accecati dall’oro falso

Che luccica tremendo nel buio terestre

Col quale la follia annebbia il mondo!

E guai per noi mortali dementi

Che rifiutiamo la luce divina!

Poet. Monica Neri

3.

Chi sono

Io sono nessuno e tutto,

Mare e deserto

Sono sostanza che vive

In un mondo impazzito

Dalla paura.

Remo in un mare mosso

Dall’egoismo umano

Che rende la tempesta

PiÚ tremenda ancora.

Sono ottimista perchÊ

Spero e credo

Nella luce del domani.

Sono serena e fiduciosa

Sapendo che la mia barca

È solida, non affonderà

Nuoterà con forza

Aspettando che la burrasca passi

E il mare diventerà una tavola.

ÂŠī¸Autore:

Monica Neri.

Nato in Romania, attualmente vive in Italia.

 

 

Poesia originale in italiano

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āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻŽāύāĻŋāĻ•āĻž āύ⧇āϰāĻŋ

⧍.

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āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ: āĻŽā§‹āσ āϏāĻžāĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧁āϰ āϰāĻšāĻŽāĻžāύ āϰ⧁āĻŽā§‡āύ

 

 

 

 

 

ā§Š.

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Poet. Monica Neri

Poesia originale in italiano.

English translation

1.

I choose

I choose a place

Where the darkness

It’s dense

I choose a place

Where the music

It’s just an echo

To see

The clouds that run

Above the moon

Choking the stars

The rain is coming

Before sunrise

And I feel

In the cold air

Your scent.

2.

Choice

The desolation inside

It bends you, twists and torments you

In a world full of storms

Of sick and dark minds.

The sun is covered with black clouds,

For nothing does he try to give light and serene peace.

The poor sick people don’t see the cure,

Blinded by fake gold

Which shines tremendously in the terrestrial darkness

With which madness clouds the world!

And woe to us demented mortals

That we reject divine light!

3.

Who I am

I am nobody and everything,

Sea and desert

I am a living substance

In a world gone mad

From fear.

I row in a rough sea

From human selfishness

That makes the storm

Even more terrible.

I’m optimistic because

I hope and believe

In the light of tomorrow.

I am calm and confident

Knowing that my boat

It’s solid, it won’t sink

He will swim hard

Waiting for the storm to pass

And the sea will become a table.

ÂŠī¸Author:

Monica Neri.

Born: in Romania, he currently lives in Italy.

 

Poet. Monica Neri 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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