Biography of Filippo Stella
I'm not so good in English to write lines in that language. But I find very 'usefull' English because it is easier for singing than Italian; I mean, usually words are shorter and with more vowels.
Some poems I found here has been played as a song. So if I voted or add your poems to my 'gold' list, probably there is a little song now floating behind your rhymes...
Filippo Stella's Works:
(auto-published small book - by Feltrinelli)
Filippo Stella Poems
ti pensa, ma non ti ama ti coglie, ma non ti sceglie ride, mentre ti uccide
As a burgers shooting cannon In a mouse click. Who will eat all this passion In an eye blick?
It Is Not
It is not her, But what I think She were.
You are my raw diamond that none can carve You are my jewel that none can buy
I Want To Die Comfortable
Not to flee from my neighbor`s dog Or from my wife's flying pot Just to die and stop
The Wedding Guest
To your wedding I will come As a gentle, polite man. With the rain, or the Sun
The United States Of Gunners
Hundred of children Thousand of innocent Hundred thousand of Red Skin Millions of soldiers:
Catching The dream before it's gone Thinking About one better word
L ' Incontro
Ho incrociato la morte occhi dolci e sospetti. Ha teso le mani aperte ma ormai era tardi.
What am I here for? To read or to be read? To share my genius, Or to judge like Linus?
What am I here for?
To read or to be read?
To share my genius,
Or to judge like Linus?
To learn more,
Or to be bad?