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Bella

by Maria Massarella

Treasured precious in his wallet
torn and time consumed the only

existing photograph of then
in black and white

La posso vedere ... Giovanni? Lo
sò che la tieni ancora lì ...

Everlight a-brightens deep brown
eyes before his silent lips break

into an acquiescent smile -
the mask of diffidence softens

hands untremble the voice
unquivers and one breathes the

melody when gently Giovanni draws
the photograph from its habitat

sharing loveness his soul naked
glows while my hands hold and eyes

in adoration drink in your beauty
Sei bella. Ora come allora. Tu

Mamma ... La più bella poesia ...








tua, maria



05/12/2008

Author's Note:
"La posso vedere, Giovanni? Lo
sò che la tieni ancora là ..."

May I see her, Giovanni? I
know you still keep it there...

Sei bella. Ora come allora. Tu
Mamma ... La più bella poesia.

You are beautiful. Now as then. You
Mother ... The most beautiful poem/poetry

Giovanni, my Father ...

Posted on 05/12/2008
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