art and poetry

Giuseppe Adamo

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I imitate a layered horizon Discreet brushstroke of a universal picture, Plants, stones and metals transpire. With my eyelids I seize A new creation Eyelashes caress imperfections In dimensions that shake hands

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Venice Carnival 2020: art and poetry meet

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Venice Carnival 2020. On the occasion of the 2020 Venice carnival I was commissioned to decorate one of the twelve doves that according to ancient tradition are associated with the twelve “Marys” of the carnival. Invited by dr. Roberto Zamberlan of the Bevilacqua La Masa Foundation I prepared a poem that could decorate one of […]

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Poem V – Mondeval

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Mondeval is a place of the spirit near Cortina d’Ampezzo. I usually go there to lose myself in that valley stuck between the mountains and the mystery of time that does not flow, where human beings are hardly encountered, if not some lost soul remained entangled there from the days when men still dressed like primitives. […]

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POEM IV – Kristina Antipkova

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POEM IV – Kristina Antipkova (Unfortunately) she is not my girlfriend, lover or friend. She is a beautiful girl that I have awarded at the beauty contest ‘Miss Princess of Europe’. And to which they asked me to dedicate some quickly written verses during the award ceremony. I really enjoyed doing it, so if anyone […]

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POEM III Cianderou

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POEM III Cianderou Stop, restless soul And silently climb up high Step by step Leaving behind what has been And embracing what will be Here you will find mysterious wood, jumping beasts, nymphs and legends embedded in every rock But above all from up here you can see the valley And there, find the roof […]

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Poem II – Morsels of happiness

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Poem II Morsels of happiness The fresh air of the autumn that caresses Ampezzo as melancholic Hapsburg notes of Strauss The weeping willow I planted as a child, that now smiles over my head A dance song that makes me writh in the disco while I scream like an idiot Your hand that touches my […]

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Poem I – Memory

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Poem I MEMORY These are strange days With the autumn that squeezes Under the late summer sun Subjugating arcane yearnings Like fresh and pure bora Of the great summer passions Autumn drives off the raw bite Giving peace to human nature So your special memory Gives to the soul, nailed on anger and sad cross Peace and immortal joy