Luca Menin Poems

Her curly face, tremble,
She settles on the sky.
Caress, the hands through her hair.
Her long stand of promenade colours
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Burning flames my heart dream.
Of ancient silence, absolve & winging.
Like in a dream, where storms listen.
Butterfly cocoons stand.
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Acquazzoni d' aprile
Nei gusci delle lumache
Mormorano come alberi al vento.
Un canto scontento dal cielo impetuoso
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Di Biancho e nero
I ricordi del passato son colorati
Come cineprese mute.
Salpati dalla riva, transportati dalla corrente, sfuocata, ingannata.
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Il suo seno dolce dondola
Sofficie al mio petto
Una risata all orecchio.
Le tue labbra rabbrividiscono sensuali
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When the ravens sing at the dark naked trees.
Where the princess of the night dresses in silky black sheets.
My soul sin.
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Like sand, blow by the wind,
I wonder shining at the sun,
among us silent.
The very thought
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Tortured forms wrought in panes,
of glass loom
as dust dances through the air,
forming slender beams of blur
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The door from the attic, with its darkness handle.
Eco's hand clutching his open
Breathing dust and cobwebs, tickle the face.
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I speak through my hands in space.
At a closed doorway, handles with diamond.
Where your eyes are the keys to enter,
where gardens, paradises of this life lie.
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