Giovanni Fattori, La libecciata, 1885 Rain is your dress.Mud is your shoes.Wind is your cloth.But the sun is your smile and your mouth.The night of haystacks is your hair.But your smile and your warm skinare the fire of earth and stars. (Transl. by D. Foglia) La pioggia è il tuo vestito.Il fango è le tue …
Corrado Govoni – La pioggia è il tuo vestito / Rain is your dress Read More »
Justyna Kopania, Hot summer rain Con le piogge non potròbagnarmi nel fiume, amante,perché va il corpo dell’acquaferito e avvolto in sangue. Do you know this poem in English? Please contact me Go back to album – Various
Cuno Amiet, Moonlight landscape, 1904 The night is longand timeless.And the sky, swollen with rain,allows not the eyesto see the stars.The frigid wind will notbring back the light,nor the rooster’s song,nor the baby’s cry.The night is just too long,and timeless,infinite. (Transl. by Lara Santoro e Paul D’Agostino) Lunga è la nottee senza tempo.Il cielo gonfio …
Peppino Impastato – Lunga è la notte / The Night is Long Read More »
Caspar Wolf, Lower Grindelwald Glacier with lightning,1775 A word, a phrase — from ciphers climbknown life, sudden sense.The sun stops, spheres no longer chime,all thickens around, dark and dense.A word, a gleam, a flight, a spark,a thrust of flame, star-strike on the sky –then again the enormous darkand empty space around world and I. Una …
René Magritte, Golconda, 1953 “It’s raining”she said“guys in black trenchcoatsare passing by”she said.But Magrittedidn’t get herthat exactly anymore(for she said it yearsafter his death)so he didn’t hearher last three wordsand merely understood“It’s raining guys in black trenchcoats”that’s what he painted. “Piove”disse lei“Un uomo dal cappotto neropassa per la via”disse lei.Magritte perònon la sentivapiù tanto bene(infatti …
Erich Fried – Malinteso di due surrealisti / Misunderstanding between two surrealists Read More »
Amedeo Modigliani, Portrait of Maude Abrantes, 1907 I dreamed I called you on the telephoneto say: Be kinder to yourselfbut you were sick and would not answerThe waste of my love goes on this waytrying to save you from yourselfI have always wondered about the left-overenergy, the way water goes rushing down a hilllong after …
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