Un'altra volta ancora mi accingo a contemplare la vuota pagina e qualsiasi cosa potrei trarne dal suo silenzio eloquente - come se fosse possibile che la sua personificazione s'appiccasse ai miei pensieri, spronandoli a funzionare, rivoltolarsi, capitombolare a terra e respirare, gli esigui primi aneliti d'una nuova alba avvizzita lungi dall'esser mai giunta al superamento … Continue reading Sempre
"It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood, it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage. It was a town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which … Continue reading A world aloft or afloat?
There shall never be want of words, be it voluntary or not, for the hospitalized girl with a heart that scrapes against the mind... thus producing an aubade of unfathomable composure, having that the ever-so-chaotically plucked heartstrings gather and weave a lyrical tapestry on which the words - the voices - dance, to the rhythm … Continue reading The words of a lifetime
The wonder in your stifled eyes has brought them to be crescent moons, pendent fragments of what others believe to be mere figments, hence never to be endorsed or cease to be looked down upon. That is because the cumbersome, starlit debris that are your tears bespeak a soliloquy, a tender mélange, entwining apathy with … Continue reading Starlit writing
This blog may well be an ongoing adventure, one that quickens its pace like that of an unseasoned and demure soul fleeing the outer rim of its confinement as soon as you try to ask it its name, for the sake of etching it in the throbbing book of a lifetime. Perhaps this post is … Continue reading Within and In hindsight – A consideration on my blog
Once more I contemplate the empty page and whatever could be gleaned from its eloquent silence - as if it were possible for its personification to latch onto my thoughts and coax them to work, churn, tumble and breathe, the first few breaths of a new weazened dawn that has yet to ever supersede the … Continue reading Ever
The Moon has yet again supplanted her complementary partner of the aether, and as nighttime begins to fade she indulges in an exquisitely unwonted rest on the transient, dew-spattered throne. She sits musing as a scholar would a question needing to be vetted, her conscience - bespoken by the quizzical, rotund complexion - yielding to … Continue reading The Moon ponders
As a native Italian, but at the same time English, speaker, I have a particular (I must add, insatiable hitherto) penchant for words. I love reading and delving into not just the explicit/implicit meaning conveyed, but also the syntax and lexical choices the author makes to nurture said significance. This causes me to take note of … Continue reading My inchoate English
Gracefully (as can possibly occur to be), the ticking of the clocks churn the leaves of my thoughts as I commence the task of writing this daily post via today’s daily prompt. I really know not what my fingertips should tap on my phone, as to depict something so longed yet unknown - thus, perhaps, never … Continue reading Reflecting
I think this applies to any most disparate book-lover... most definitely, me. This is why I think this image speaks for itself and for myself, too.