Everything is confused in Rome, at night

Anniversary

(Listen to the short step of the things)

[Photo taken in May 2014]

You touch profiles
Of a long series of signs
With your hands
They are memories.

A Poem at Expo (somehow)

Per trovarti, mio lungo amante, devo cercarti tra le braccia di un’altra o in cima ad Archimede [A. Merini]

(Expo Milan 2015, UK Pavillion)

[Photo taken in August 2015]

To find you, my longed-lover,
I have to find you in the arms of another heart
Or on top of this mechanical hive.

The man who is staring at his dreams

Anniversary

(Ascolta il passo breve delle cose)

[Photo taken in April 2015]

It should be something amazing to have the chance to look at our own dreams.
Anytime we like, like a photo album...

Kiss Me Alot, Again

A Memory - Part II

(I stopped here to stare at the horizon)

[Photo taken in December 2013]

Love is living two thousand dreams until the sublime kiss
[Alda Merini]

A poem to start...

The Inns (by A. Merini)

I like the inns and their dark recesses
of the dormant
where people ends in the excess of singing,
I like things blaspheme and light,
and the glasses of deep wine,
where the mind rejoices,
level of magical thinking.
Is too silly to cry over a lost love
malvissuto and unfriendly,
the acrid steam of the best wine,
free,
better the intoxication of genie,
better, yes better
the investigation of the smoothness of deaf lives;
I love the inns
who speak the language of the subtle language of Bacchus,
and then in the bars
there is the name of Charles
written in letters of gold.