Antology – Vorrei un Natale blu .

Vorrei un Natale Blu
sinonimo di serenità ,
per la gente da cui la vita mi ha diviso ,
per chi c’è ,
per chi verrà .

Vorrei un Natale in cui ,
invece di darci contro l’uno l’altro ,
si mettesse una pietra ,
magari blu
sopra vecchi rancori o diatribe .

Sopra la disarmonia
venendoci incontro ,
stringendoci la mano ,
come per dirci ” Bentornato ” ,
” Bentornata ” ,
” Scusami se ho sbagliato ”
e si va avanti .

Sapete ,
Gillian volando in cielo mi ha insegnato
che la vita è troppo breve per portarsi rancore ,
lei era gioia ,
era amore ,
e la farfalla che posa la sua grazia su una primavera di buganville .

Così ,
un poeta ed una ballerina
augurano a tutti un Natale Blu ,
dove Natale ,
è ovvio ,
sia solo l’inizio
di un cammino sereno

per tutti quanti .

Marco Vasselli © 2013 – 2019

da un’idea

di Gillian Grant  ( 1984 – 2013 )

A Tutti voi

Finchè si è qui …

Finchè si è qui
non dimentichiamo di rispettarci
e ricordarci di chi ci vuole bene ,
ed abbracciamo il giorno che è alle porte
ed esultiamo ad onorar la vita .

Per il semplice fatto di esserci
per il semplice fatto di respirare .

Al di sopra dei momenti brutti
in un quadro complessivo
ci si spalleggia
ci si aiuta
e ci si lascia
e poi ci si ritrova .

Se non ci si ritrova
ci han rimesso loro
e presto troverai nuovi compagni
e gente un po più seria .

Finchè si è qui
non lasciare nessuno manipolarti
e prendi le decisioni di testa tua …
senza nessun ” qualcuno dice che … “
e testa, sperimenta
lì si fa il taglio
che diverrà poi crosta
…
dopo il dolore
è li che il cuore trova una risposta .

E se vuoi bene
a una persona o dieci,
vaglielo a dire
corri
cosa aspetti ?

Che qui siamo precari
come le foglie al vento di Ungaretti
…

Finchè si è qui
…
su questa terra dico
…
onorerò
come che meglio posso e come devo
questa mia vita piccola e speciale,
recando in cuore Gillian e Gianluca,
che ormai lassù non possono più farlo
…
ma che
finchè quaggiù
mi hanno onorato
dell’amicizia
quella vera e schietta
…

Marco Vasselli  a Gillian Grant e Gianluca Meloni  © 2015

Ho visto …

Ho visto
amici andarsene
amori tornare
albe
tramonti
e lune
e soli .

Ho visto guerre
e paci
e sogni reali
così da poterli toccare .

Cadere muri e imperi
ideali d regimi
e gli ultimi infondo divenire primi .

Ho visto Gillian
dall’altra parte della vita
laddove forse saprà
che un giorno forse ci ritroveremo .

Ho visto riflessi di me
e buganville e farfalle ,
e dipinto i sogni degli altri che sostenevo ,
proprio mentre questi altri se ne stavano fregando .

Già presi sorella mia
dal loro ego sciocco da primedonne ,
mentre le primedonne
quelle vere e importanti .
di una semplicità disarmante .

Sorella mia
sospesa sopra d’un filo all’arcobaleno
…
penso che mi sorridi
e mi da forza
…
anche stamane
apro la porta e vado !!

Marco Vasselli © 2014

In ricordo di Gillian Grant
( 1984  – 2013 )

Fotoracconto – Vorrei un Natale Blu

Vorrei un Natale Blu
sinonimo di serenità ,
per la gente da cui la vita mi ha diviso ,
per chi c’è ,
per chi verrà .

Vorrei un Natale in cui ,
invece di darci contro l’uno l’altro ,
si mettesse una pietra ,
magari blu
sopra vecchi rancori o diatribe .

Sopra la disarmonia
venendoci incontro ,
stringendoci la mano ,
come per dirci ” Bentornato ” ,
” Bentornata ” ,
” Scusami se ho sbagliato ”
e si va avanti .

Sapete ,
Gillian volando in cielo mi ha insegnato
che la vita è troppo breve per portarsi rancore ,
lei era gioia ,
era amore ,
e la farfalla che posa la sua grazia su una primavera di buganville .

Così ,
un poeta ed una ballerina
augurano a tutti un Natale Blu ,
dove Natale ,
è ovvio ,
sia solo l’inizio
di un cammino sereno per tutti quanti

Marco Vasselli

da un’idea

di Gillian Grant  ( 1984 – 2013 )

A Tutti voi

© 2013

Wherever you are now …

Wherever you are now ,
i do not talk to you again ,
like a butterfly you stay
on a flower
with a zillion of colors
planted in my heart ❤

Marco Vasselli
to Gillian Grant .
Born – Sheffield – U.K. – 2 Jennuary 1984
Die – Chesterfield – U.K. – 6 August 2013

R.I.P. My friend ❤

FotoRacconto – A real frienship

Thank you to exist to

GranGilliant and 

Guðrún Lilja ÖnnGudóttir 

Couse friendship never know distances and time

 Click on the names of  my friends and go to see the steps of a real friendship .

Design and Graphic are propriety of Gillian Grant © 2012

 

Muses – Gallery 2

Simona DS per Marco Vasselli © 2012

Gillian Grant Actress , dancer and paiter for Marco Vasselli

2010

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Yesterday Gillian Grant gave me a new pair of glasses ,
so i can continue to watch the world
with eyes of an artist .

Marco Vasselli – 2011 – To Gillian Grant , the person that made the cover of my book ” Poesie tra le ciglia “

The Traveler – Gallery 27

Gillian Grant per Marco Vasselli – 2008 – 2011

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The Dancer and the poet : Two friends … two links … a book !!

 

The Dancer and the poet

Bloggety Blog

On Lulu

Poesie tra le ciglia ( Book by Marco Vasselli – Book Cover Gillian Grant )

On Amazon

Poesie tra le ciglia ( Marco Vasselli – Gillian Grant )

Thank you Gillian, you are a flower with a zilion of colors planted in my heart !!

Gillian

Gillian :

kiss by the wind
became red with embarrassment
only the sound of his voice
calls
the other side of Europe,
the other side of the heart.

And England, not far
pen between the heart and laughter of a friend.

And when I think it’s over
check me smile poet
and her dancer
that gave my life to art that
like a butterfly on the cover of
rests on a flower and remains among the eyelashes .

Sit down here now my friend
rests and is as if time is nothing and nothing is everything
between beauty and ugliness that we smile
when can you have
for us this art such as water that is drunk
for the sake of beauty
but also to say things that do not go

We love and passion for art
and thanks for being a flower with a zillion colors planted in my heart

Poetry Marco Vasselli
Photo Gillian Grant
© 2011 – All rights reserved

Gillian :

bacio dal vento

rosso divento dall’imbarazzo

soltanto al suono della sua voce

telefonate

dall’altra parte d’Europa,

dall’altra parte del cuore.

E l’Inghilterra poco distante

tra cuore penna e risa d’un’amica.

E quando credo sia finita

spunta il sorriso di me poeta

e lei la ballerina

che diede vita all’arte quella mia

come farfalla su d’una copertina

posa su un fiore e resta tra le ciglia.

Siediti qui adesso amica mia

riposa e resta come se il tempo è nulla e nulla è tutto

che noi tra bello e brutto sorridiamo

quando si può si deve

per noi quest’arte come acqua che si beve

per il gusto del bello

ma pure per dir le cose che non vanno

per noi è passione e amore l’arte

e grazie per essere un fiore con un zilione di colori piantato nel mio cuore

Poesia Marco Vasselli

Fotografia Gillian Grant

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Poche le persone che ho conosciuto dal web che hanno fatto di me una persona migliore. Questa ragazza è un’artista affermata in Inghilterra, ma per me è Gilly, la persona semplice che quando le cose non vanno ha sempre un pensiero gentile.

Grazie a lei il mio libro di poesie ha una copertina meravigliosa, come la persona meravigliosa che è lei. Grazie GillianMobile sorella di MarcoMobile

Always

always my friend  In a world that  doesn’t always understand

 

© Gillan Grant to Marco Vasselli

 

A world a bit better

There is a dog and a cat

there is a child with a little bird in her  hat

and a garden where they play.

 

Sometimes in
the shadows  where the tree stumps satand

then in the orchard
where the sun  shined all day.

They are in our poem,They
are in your mind,

But  we asking ourself

If is
possible worIs the fruit of the mind

Of  a poet and an elf

 

Gillian Grant and Marco Vasselli

 

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Always

 

Always my friend

In a world that doesn’t always understand 

 

© Gillian Grant to Marco Vasselli

 

 

 

Under the sun, under the rain

 

There is a bit of you inside me

and is the better part

and is your smile.

Couse also all the distance, and miles or sea

never delete in me how i wanna say.

I wish you feel ok when you feel down

i wish to be the umbrella into the rain

an orange juice when you need of drink

and i wnat say to you

the friends is not a file

is not a link

but all the times that i need of you

or you of me.

There is a bit of you inside me

and is the arms in air for every time

you made me a best person

so i hope to be for you

a dancer and a poet,

maybe just for fun

but real friends,

under the rain or sun.

 

Marco Vasselli to Gillian Grant

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A stupid tip tap

 

Sorry, my friend, can i dance with you
a stupid tip tap
on this stupid blog ?

It will be the theatre
the sound of steps
only the music here.

 

We could dance
until a stupid time,
when two stupid artists like we
go to the moon
like the words
of this stupid poem.

 

But i will know
if the time
the distances
and other things
will be the soundtrack
that we could again
and again sing.

 

 Gillian Grant and Marco Vasselli

 

 

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The dancer and the poet – The cartoon XD

 

Please. click on the folder and see inside

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For you, my fantabolous dancer, for everytime i need of a friend and you are there for me.

Ever in my soul !!

Marco Vasselli and Gillian Grant

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Miles and smiles

 

There are miles from me to you
there are smiles from me to you
and everytime i need, you are there
and here
in my heart
in my soul
like only a real friend can do.

Thank you to exist, lill crazy dancer !!

 

People come and people go
but you and I stay just so
A friendship forever
whatever the weather
A poet and dancer
we have the answer
of friendship that is strong and true
so I’m writing this poem
from me to you!
O/ xx

 

 

 

Gillian Grant and Marco Vasselli

 

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My sister is an elf !!!

 

She is an artist,

she is a girl
she is a sky under my soul
she is a real sister,

 like the rain in summer
and also if the life sometime is an hummer
she is a real part of me.

She is in my blog, sometime in our
shared like the experiences of our days
I belive in she
and she in herslf
she is the fantaboluos Gillian the elf !!

 

 

She is an artist, she is a girl
she is a sky under my soul
she is a real sister, like the rain in summer
and also if the life sometime is an hummer
she is a real part of me.
She is in my blog, sometime in our
shared like the experiences of our days
I belive in she
and she in herslf
she is the fantaboluos Gillian the elf !!

 

Marco Vasselli to Gillian Grant

 

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The dancer and the poet – Movie 1

 

 Gillian Grant and Marco Vasselli ©

 

… and in your voice the essence

 

My phone was riging this morning

and i never immage that

was she,

the dancer,

the only

unique, rare, crazy dancer.

 

and " how are you ", and than smiles and our souls

was flyng arround arround

tought seven countries,

past the ocean

and there we was two in one.

 

Thank you to exist Gillian

the night Elf become for me so real

like a my dear friend like you are for me

and you for me is a lill flower

whit a zillion of colours

planted in my heart

and with a bit of my soul inside.

 

 

 

 

Marco Vasselli

 

To Kharon Gillian Rossi

 

another bit of me in the world, but whit the soul and the heart so big

 

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A Mobile Friendship XD

 

 

 

 

Marco and Kharon Gillian, a dancer a poet and a mobile friendship

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Kharon’s Word ( When a great star meet a simply poet )

 

 

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The curtain

 

…silence …
the curtain rises
calm Kharon
many thoughts
…here…
the applause of the public
you go on stage !!

 

 

___________________

 

 

…silenzio…
si alza il sipario
calma Kharon
mille pensieri
…ecco…
l’applauso del pubblico

si va in scena !!

 

 

 

 

Poem wrote by Marco Vasselli to Kharon Gillian Rossi

 

Photo Kharon Gillian Rossi

 

Editing Marco Vasselli

 

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VideoRacconto – Thank you Kharon

 

 

A Brodway puoi trovare il suo nome tra gli attori, puoi leggere le poesie che scrive con me in Facebook e Windows Live, puoi sapere di tutti i teatri dove ha portato la sua danza e i posti dov ha esposto i suoi quadri. A me puoi chiedere che cosa significa c…osa vuol dire averla come amica, ti risponderò che è una persona meravigliosa.

She is great, she is my lill dancer ♥

Marco Vasselli for Kharon Gillian Rossi Grant 

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… and arround only the empty …

 

 

 

,,, And arround only the empty

and nothing of more arround,

whitout a smile,

whithout a sound…

 

" Hey my lill dancer,

do you know why ? "

" No really i don’t know why,

but early

i will dance again

and under the sun or the rain,

you will take again your book

and we will say

about new times and  millions of colours "

 

 

Marco Vasselli

to Kharon Gillian Rossi

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The dancer and the poet

 

 

I hope that the raimbow make we happy so,
 every time you asked me i was happy,
 every poem that we wrote was come from the heart.
 I say tank you to you Gillian for all that you are for me,
 a lill crazy dancer, a big friend for me ^^

 

You are a BEST friend for me
…..
Our friendship comes from the heart
………..O/
XXX

 

 

 

 

Poem wroted by

 

Kharon Gillian Rossi and Marco Vasselli

 

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The end of the ash

 

Bish, Bash, Bosh
it isn’t a political poem,

, there isn t Bush

 

Bish bash bosh
Ttish tash tosh
this is the sound of past decade
now is nothing, is like ash

 

And how did finish the smiles and the beers ?
*and hopes and moments for everyone of we ?

 

Ended for some with smiles
and for others – with tears

but at the end of a punch of speed years
we must keep warm our ears.

 

 

Kharon Gillian Rossi and Marco Vasselli

 

 

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Zillions of colours

 

 

I  love you and you are a flower with zillions of colours- planted in my heart

 

 

 

 Wroted by Kharon Gillian Rossi

 

dedied at Marco Vasselli

 

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Tank you my Lill dancer, i know that your words was come the wonderful garden in your heart,

for me is too, real friendship don t need of a lot of words.

 

Marco Vasselli

 

 

The Pixie and the Gnome

Marco & Gully – let loose in Rome
One is a pixie, the other a gnome
where will they go?
what will they do?
will they eat pizza? 
or go to the zoo?   

 

 

 

 

They will go around the city
and will see the old empire,
and the popes, and the places
when they wish to stay again,
and at end of every day
hand in hand

 and eyes in the eyes,
they will know that never end 
real friendship from the heart.  

 

 

 

Poem wrote by

 

 

and

 

 

Photos By

 

Gudrun Lilja Janòsdòttir, Kharon Gillian Rossi and Marco Vasselli

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A story about four people

 

 

A Lil Story…… about 4 people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody & Nobody.

There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody’s job.

Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done!!!!!

 

 

___________________

 

 

C’è stato un lavoro importante da fare e Ognuno era sicuro che qualcuno l’avrebbe fatto. Chiunque avrebbe potuto farlo, ma nessuno ha fatto. Qualcuno si arrabbiò su questo, perché è compito di tutti.

Tutti pensavano che Chiunque potesse farlo, ma nessuno si rese conto che tutti non lo farei. E ‘finita che tutti incolpato qualcuno quando Nessuno fece ciò che Chiunque avrebbe potuto fare

 

 

 

 

 

Story and Paint

 

are created by

 

Kharon Gillian Rossi

 

Painter, poetry, dancer and actress

 

Italian translation by Marco Vasselli

 

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Tank you, lil point of colour in my life  ^^

 

 

 

Locked dreams – Sogni racchiusi

 

I listen a strange song -that came from Hong Kong.
it had a very catchy tune
and i looked at the moon
and the moon look and me

and sow:
" dont worry my friend "
every song, every dream
 i take from the hearts
and put there a lock
they will stay here,
 when nothing or noone can touch there,
 like a precious done from your soul,
 from your little world

 

 ______________________

 

 

 

Io ascolto un brano strano- che proviene da Hong Kong.
aveva una melodia molto orecchiabile
e ho guardato la luna
e lo sguardo della luna  me

e raccontò:
"Non preoccuparti amico mio"
ogni canzone, ogni sogno
 Prendo dal cuore
e ci metto lì un lucchetto
resteranno qui,
laddove niente e nessuno può toccarli
come un prezioso trascorrere dalla tua anima,
dal tuo piccolo mondo

 

 

Poem writen by 

 

Kharon Gillian and Marco Vasselli

 

Italian translation by Marco Vasselli

 

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Children Learn What They Live – I bambini imparano ciò che vivono

 

if a child lives with critism

she learns to condemn

if a child lives with hostility

he learns to fight

if a child lives with ridicule

she learns to be shy

if a child lives with shame

he learns to feel guilt

if a child lives with tolerance

she learns to be patient

if a child ives with encouragement

he learns confidence

if a child lives with praise

she learns to appreciate

if a child lives with fairness

he learns justice

if a child lives with security

she learns to have faith

if a child lives with approval

he learns to like himself

if a child lives with acceptance and friendship

he or she, learns to find love in the world.

 

 

 

_________________________________________________________

 

 

 

Se un bambino vive con critism
impara a condannare
Se un bambino vive con l’ostilità
impara a combattere
Se un bambino vive con il ridicolo
si impara ad essere timido
Se un bambino vive con la vergogna
impara a sentirsi in colpa
Se un bambino vive con la tolleranza
si impara ad essere paziente
se un bambino con l’incoraggiamento Ives
impara la fiducia
Se un bambino vive con la lode
impara ad apprezzare
Se un bambino vive con equità
impara la giustizia
Se un bambino vive con la sicurezza
si impara ad avere fede
Se un bambino vive con l’approvazione
impara a come lui
Se un bambino vive con l’accettazione e l’amicizia
lui o lei, impara a trovare l’amore nel mondo. 

 

 

__________________

 

 

 

 Poem writen by

 

Kharon Gillian Rossi

 

Traslated by

 

Marco Vasselli

 

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A lill crazy dancer called Kharon

 

Here there is your smile,
here there is your world,
here there is the wonderful friend that i can say to know.
 
An artist is crazy but not a lot
An artist is beauty, but not only this,
is a lover of life like you are,
and also we live far
I want to say to you
I love a crazy friend called Kharon,
She make full of colour my empty days,
and smile with me in a little ball of soap
that fly on the top of the friendship.
 
Tank you for all ^^

 

from your crazy italian poet .
 
 
Poem writen by Marco Vasselli
for Kharon Gillian Rossi the dancer and actress
a real friend that make me happy
every time we talk

 

Just to see your smile

 

I have a friend called Marco
On a journey – he did embarko
he set off to the moon
said- " I’ll see you all soon “

I’ll be back in a while
just to see u smile
but for now i’m an explorer
out in the great aurora
put the kettle on for me..

 

 

Poem writen by Kharon Gillian Rossi for me

She was return to see me smile

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A windy day

 

" I just wanted to say….
It’s a very windy day
It might blow me away! "

" How do you say ?
Friendship today !!
and we can say happy
my friend dont leave me  again "

 

Poem wroted by Kharon Gillian Rossi and Marco Vasselli

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