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COME TENUI EMOZIONI INDELEBILI
VANNO DI CUORE IN CUORE
DI VITA IN VITA
L’ARTE RIPRENDE FORME DESUETE
E EVOLVE LA NOTTE AL GIORNO
L’ESTATE IN AUTUNNO
COME GABBIANI LIBRARSI SU UN MARE D’EMOZIONI
… ……. …
E STANCO E ARRESO
E ANCORA ESCLAMERO’ FINCHE’ NE HO FIATO
HO VINTO ARCOBALENI E DESIDERI !!
MARCO VASSELLI © 2018
To a life from here,
perhaps 2008 perhaps before, we stood
me, Laura and Martina to dabble in a thousand conversations,
small things, laughter and music, photography and poetry.
To a life from here, but perhaps not for a life, shine will shine again in me those two stars.
Four blue eyes they sent me that changed the world, open mentality towards the future.
I hope their good and beyond the the distances misunderstandings and more
I hope that one day we will return friends.
For a life to them,
I just hope they’re smiling because life is short and goes Smiled !!
Marco Vasselli © 2014 A Martina Cioccio and Laura Mecozzi
Seguitemi su Instagram !! Le foto, i momenti belli, brutti, goliardici, tra uno studio televisivo e la mia Roma che amo , tra la mia poesia e gli amici di ieri, di oggi , di sempre
Qualunque sia il modo per diffondere le mie poesie io lo userò .
Più arte nel mondo , più amicizia , più fratellanza.
Come in un enorme Fotoracconto .
Raccogliendo l’esperienza dal 2007 maturata su Flickr in campo fotografico , ecco a voi le foto del Poeta di Tor Sapienza .
Vi attendo numerosi.
Seguitemi anche su Instagram se lo gradite, cliccando nel sottostante link :
Vi amo tutti ( Tranne invidiosi , falsi , ipocriti e meschini ) .
Put a smile Anna,
between a working day and a cartoon,
between a pair of heels blue and the busy schedule. Put a smile,
between the passage of time in a shop window,
and the color of your beautiful hazel eyes.
The bad moments pass.
Put a smile for others to come.
Put a beautiful smile,
such that those that give me occasionally, were always, were of joy.
And if there is not always a smile, looking for me, do you gift one.
Marco Vasselli Annina
The bartender with the most beautiful smile in Torpignattara.
Do not get used to it to
“I love you”
“You’re the best”
ease with which they are declared
feelings the same amount of Monopoly money.
Do not get used to it speeches that have peppered with compliments, enthusiasms easy, the hugs.
Rather accustomed to discernment. Time as the strainer to the flour, leave itself pieces and only people of a certain weight.
The bulk remains in the soul and often those who own it is considered essential is almost useless: chanterelle Peacock and seller of himself.
Do not get used to it because the party can turn into empty. Then I say so I seem to counsel and after so much time and crooked, and so many beatings that
I’ve got got,
often do not mind at all stè attentions, just give him so falling back !!
Marco Vasselli © 2014
It happens that
Paste thoughts the happy memory of what you were.
It happens that stress wears down,
chaos afflicting and you seem to never ever come to the end.
… Yes, but …
Enchanted comes the Goddess Poetry
… and here
dissolves the ugly inside !!
Marco Vasselli © 2014