Different Times
By
Nunzia Castaldo
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Different Times
Copyright © 2015 by Nunzia Castaldo
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Different Times
The life we are faced with situations that become part of our inner selves and become poetry sometimes sweet and gentle like memories of a happy childhood, other painful and sad when we are exposed to a lack of what is most dear to us.
The collection of poems Different Times captures these feelings.
Enjoy the reading
Index
1.
Be careful That cat
2.
What were you thinking
3.
True love
4.
Adaptability
5.
Harmony
6.
Tell me the truth
7.
Tonight
8.
On the impossible understanding
9.
Here
10.
Starfish
11.
Ode to complete lunch
12.
Clipping
13.
Prayer
14.
Expect nothing
15.
My anxiety
16.
The coolest thing
17.
It cannot be more than war
18.
Snow
19.
I remember
20.
We live the present
21.
There is always sunshine
22.
There is snow on the mountains
23.
Undecided
24.
My steps
25.
You do not know what is loneliness
26.
Strawberry
27.
You go
28.
Simple song
29.
And let me be sure
30.
And then someone
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1
Be careful that cat
Be careful that cat
which crosses at night
attracted at once
headlights
and it stops in front
shooting
back again
stealthily
addicted, contract:
careful
impact.
Do not drive distracted
not to yield to intoxication
it's hard the windshield.
Shake that covenant
tactfully:
"Look at that cat!"
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2
What were you thinking
In a mystical
impalpable atmosphere
the memory of you
It comes forward
in outline
of my youth;
I knew that was not
forever yet
I wanted to believe it.
In a light
white gold
the vision of yourself
it becomes concrete
and I wonder now
what were you thinking
while your glance
he was lost as well.
In a creation
full of conviction
placed in your eyes
the answer is uncertain shows:
perhaps you thought the world outside
its colors
perhaps in truth
You thought only to freedom.
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3
True love
I confused
rational thought
with the reason of thought;
I got carried away
the feeling of the moment;
I did not understand that true love
it is not thought
not reasoning
and even feeling.
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4
Adaptability
Move on
without looking back
regenerating the adaptability
is the need
of the times.
Move on
resolutely
without thinking about the past
is capacity
survival.
Move on
is a necessary value
with firm roots
no obstacle
It is unsurpassed.
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5
Harmony
We are reflected lights
drops reverberated in the sky
between rain and sun
the interpretation of our colors.
We suspended
indivisible remainder of storm
arcs of light
interactions in search of harmony.
We are natural
agape conform to its principles
decaying us
enchanted by a visual sensation.
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6
Tell me the truth
Tell me a story
the most beautiful that you know
uses old words
that I have not ever heard
uses rare words
which remain
memory
now and again.
Tell me a story
the most beautiful that you know
uses new words
that no one ever told me
not degrade with the ugly history
which is repeated again
as an appointment
at the usual time.
Tell me the truth
the truer than you know
uses the right words
that no one has ever dared
do not fool me with falsehood
conscious and planned
that makes a mockery
confidence given.
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7
Tonight
Sky
under the effect
clouds of purple
imaginary color
tasty ice cream
blackberry
first collected
you open up
light of the sun
space
an island
to the vast horizon
with a deep breath
who knows health.
Now no longer raining.
Sea
above the expanse
steam rarefied
slow fermentation
limbic thrill
of sparkling wine
fragrant fruity
me show fluid
evaporated after
for a moment
infinite light
and free your mind
by painful things.
How calm tonight.
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8
On the impossible understanding
Besides this our heaven
of small things
I push the eye of the soul
> and I get immense
universe of great things
of understanding impossible.
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9
Here
White flower in the dark
thou art blossomed as my thoughts
not yet understood
even from me.
Here I take you into the lens black
with emotion
black as my reason
it does not seem to improve
starting from here.
Here you vanish in the universe
not yet known
interiority
I remain sorry
in opposition.
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10
Starfish
I'm a star
the stormy sea
has thrown
on the beach
and impact
it distorted.
They are star
symmetry beaming
of eccentric madrepora
water I mirror
my world of dreams
reality is shattered
embittered
a bitter storm.
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11
Ode to complete lunch
Farewell timbale of macaroni
wrapped in pasta brisè
the sound of your crunchy shell
It was my ode to charge.
Farewell grilled sausages
sizzling on the grill
I snapped with bread
soaked your aromas.
Farewell fries
leaking grease
I enjoy every last
in a blaze of satisfaction.
Goodbye cream and chocolate mousse
creamy, delicious combined
the beauty of affection
It was the spark for my creativity.
Farewell dinner party
I know one day we will meet again,
but not now,
I now splits the view
my lunch abstractionist:
a mixed salad it is.
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12
Clipping
Clipping from life
special delicacy
I look at them through the eyes of the heart
I feel contentment
I know they have petals wind resistant
they are living in time.
Clipping from life
special humiliation
I look at them with eyes of shame
I try suspension
I know they have sharp blades to lament
not die in time.
Clipping from life
special satisfaction
I look at them with eyes of pride
I feel exaltation
I know they have bubbles inflated by the wind
of regret over time.
Clipping from life
special love
I look at them through the eyes of mild
I feel contentment
I know they have drops of divinity
They go beyond the time.
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13
Prayer
The group continues its
I stay in this cell abandoned
It attracts me silence, intimacy issued.
Now lying on the bare floor
I abandon myself to tears
I let myself go to the feeling.
I extend my ear over the wall
I seem to hear an ancient prayer
I do not pray more, neither morning nor evening.
I pray not more
since evil murderess
He did not spare.
Twenty years only
music, profession, love
unexpressed yet.
Now lies at the Certosa
so much youth as he rests
What should I say, what?
Lord do: that young people understand
that life is all about
Lord is' not throw their loved ones in mourning.
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14
Expect nothing
Do not climb on the car
who takes you away
from your interior places
where you live quiet
and you feel serene
do not get on the train
already occupied by other
deluding yourself
that there is room for you
you want to be honest.
Do not go with those
it has no time to expect
it is not there at heartened
justifying after
when you've already solved
do not tell
the apology more naive
to believe again
who loves you.
Expect nothing
that is not the result
profit that you gave
the good you've been.
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15
My anxiety
Year 1595: prayer of a young monk
My anxiety at daybreak
to you Jesus that I love beyond measure
intro the walls and the surrounding countryside
I turn to priegarVi and far is fear.
Your presence
I pray deh! Printed in my heart
silence, penance, apostolate
intimate life, rule, all its rigor.
Or that the instinct to my flesh moves
passion, a strong fault
I beg the Lord, new hope.
With San Bruno as artfully
I go hermit novel, to hardships
under your blanket, beyond death.
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16
The coolest thing
Under the aura
of the sun
that touches the horizon
you are sapphire.
You taste salt
taste of heaven
light that excludes
others glow.
Under clarity
of my heart
that lights up
your words
the coolest thing
You are.
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17
It cannot be more than war
Enough war
just living on the cruelty of living
and there is no word that can define the dismay
I feel when I hear
the ability inhuman
human
to hate
to economize.
Enough war
we live on the work of good people
He has gone before
her hands have worked
thinking
a world of peace
for us.
Enough war
I do not feel better
if I write words
I feel helpless
I feel incapable
to stop the agony
yet I want to shout:
enough war
we look at the Earth
as a place of Peace
cooperation.
It cannot be more than the war.
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18
Snow
Snowflakes of crystalline
pirouettes in the air
this morning
and I lay there
where my memories
They have the border of childhood.
Snow
you were up to their knees
cold boots in too short
and you played
under my feet
moved in silence ...
It was the night Santa.
Snow
you're all a twinkle
in my world of peace
you lay now
and I rest
too.
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19
I remember
In the third-class carriages overflowing
of emigrants who r
eturned to South
I was sleeping on the brown cardboard suitcase,
under the linen cloth embroidered by her grandmother
my summer holidays
I not spent in the North.
There was golden light on the islands dazzle of sun,
the Raphael and Leonardo Da Vinci filed past in the Gulf
and the sea was blue as your eyes that they sang me a love song
I remembered in the long swims
between mineral water that flowed into the sea
and cool evenings spent tell about the time
we saw a flying saucer pass
but in the photo taken in a hurry we were
just us who were laughing.
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20
We live the present
Relevant concentration
moment by moment
we live the present.
Little details
seemingly insignificant
is our life.
Let us not steal the beauty
by those who prefer absent
the mental gymnastics
it is powerful
we live the present.
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21
There is always sunshine
In hand gesture
in the motion of the eye
trying your hand
that hints at a goal
in the wake of the smile
that illuminates his face
there is always sunshine.
The sound that becomes
heart sweetness
the word slow
who want the certainty
in the eyes of the child
in flower garden
there is always sunshine.
And when evening
with melancholy
directed prayer
holding company
and clears the memory
time that goes away
there is always sunshine.
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22
There is snow on the mountains
Distant white peaks
early low clouds
I will prevent the view
and yet
there is snow on the mountains
sunlit peaks
it lasted only a moment
the reflected light in the sky
and yet
already before seeing it
I had an inkling
air lashing
morning
and yet
I am enchanted
watching wrapped in cold
Author of this framework
of immense splendor.
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23
Undecided
Stay or go
I look at the blue
the unknown attracts me
poised
on the edge of the known
I had enough of green
I remain outstanding
I have reasons to stay
and reasons to go
fears also
no certainties.
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24
My steps
My steps
with a book in hand
to recross
on a stage
acting
in a theater play
that happiness.
My steps
in the corridors of hospitals
waiting for an answer
in corridors of nursing homes
waiting for the miracle
in corridors of nursing homes
waiting for the end.
My steps
in golden sand
in white sand
in black sand
in sharp rocks
seeking rebirth.
My steps
in dolomite rocks
in fields of daisies
badlands in plaster
in fields of ripe barley
in rows of red vine
give me life.
My steps
the earth trembles
running down the stairs