Dammi le tue mani ancora–Give me your hands again

Dammi le mani ancora

sai di mare

e le tue noie ed i tuoi giorni assurdi

ne farò luce e coriandoli

e festa ovunque passi

e dietro i passi tuoi

al passo di un ramingo tango altrove

disegneremo incanto e canto te

che della vita mia hai fatto fiaba

e la racconterò con mille strofe

come che mille fossero colori

per colorarti l’anima distratta.

Marco Vasselli – 2011 – Per Ðιکtratta

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Give me your hands again

know the sea

and your troubles and your days absurd
I

will light and happyness

and holiday walk everywhere

and behind your steps

the step of a wanderer tango elsewhere

will design and hand you spell

that you made ​​my life story

and tell a thousand verses

as they were a thousand colors

to stain the soul distracted.

Marco Vasselli – 2011 – For Ðι ک tratta
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I Just want go far

 

 

I just want to go,

far from the impression of being
wrong.I just go with the taste of rain fall on the
face

and the Sun of those summers as a
child.

 

I want to just go away

where poetry led me.

Sometimes just the impression of being in places
to meet people.

I just want to go

for this low esteem I have for me

for my being crude and direct, for all things
unsaid and not made, almost to offer them is a flaw.

 

I just want to go

from this evil Soul deentro

where I ricaccio or mi resprouts God.

I just want to go

where I do not know and do not know know

where we understand sooner or later

I and this world that I have never
understood.

 

© Marco Vasselli – 2011 – All Rights Reserved

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

The party

If my heart and your heart
when we meet stay united
we can organize a party
where everyone, envited,
take him friendship
togheter your, toghether mine.

Gully i went to make a party,
where all my friend could meet you
so that i can say
stay here in my life my friend
dopn’t go away again.

We can call Ance, Kharon and Hulya
and i can take at the party
Tony, Fabrizio, and Alessandro, and Marty
i could present to you
Carmen, Lauretta and Crystal,
but also Vally, Massimo, Dada, Distratta,
Christina, Pangie, and Ana,and Cinzia, and Manu

Everybody, dancing
could remember to you
that for a friend i could make chilometers,
and fly in the sky, swim in the ocean, or take only a bus,
but everybody stay inside my heart,
and you, like eveveribody, and now much more
when need an help, could to say to me
to make a party only also for only a smile,
you close the eyes, i send all the invitation
and in a moment
we stay toghether there.

Beautiful friend
with the heart like an a big home
we could be again the pixie and the gnome
and is not important if in Reykjavic or Rome
we dance again until the legs go on
and in a bit, togheter the other friends
we say again and for a time again
that real friendship never have an end.

Marco Vasselli – 2009 – © All rights reserved

For

Gudrun Lilja Jònasdòttir

my friend with a noble heart

Dance, Kharon, dance !!

Dance, Kharon, dance …

dance on my hearth

on my friendship,

on my black days,

on my hopes.

Take me away every day

in a world of  big,sweet bubles,

when you and me,

two stupids artists

can see that everything is perfect

with the eyes of the soul

Marco  Vasselli  –  To Kharon  Gillian Rossi Grant    ©  All Rights Reserved

light to laugh

 

Because you have taught me that there is always a reason for everything

because it’s been a while since I devoted Plan rests “

and you’re stronger now more than ever

that when I lose myself in you lift me up morale.

 

Why were there in your absence

such as air that is missing and sadness that I explained,

because you make me smile and think.

 

You know how many times I would be there

when things do not go?

 

But I know we are in some way?

I know that it is for me

you always ready to avoid trouble.

 

Why talk of life among

beautiful things ugly or just passing

we were next day and evening

movies and photos and to tell the world.

 

Why do not you say you know and friendship

how many fans with “I love you”

but you know the meaning and the right weight

and prove it without having to say.

Because if evil comes you smile

or at least he is sent away

in days gone from the periphery

apparently different places

but now my and your path.

 

For that first I was not

and the whole world that you made me have

for days and evenings you can tell

emmessenne between phone and your sea,

and a thousand and one other things by Viggo

 

Because if it is true that time is running away

I would always Laura, my friend

still run together in a square,

in a fast food restaurant, in a library

light to laugh

for thousands of years yet

and still together

 

Marco Vasselli To Laura M.

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Serenity of eyes

There is a smile in you

there is a real smile

serenity of the eyes

and peace that you give me.

…i hope to see forever

that smile on your face

couse happiness togheter

will be for me and you.

Friendship will be again

and i don’t know why

maybe couse you are

the light of a crystal

beautiful like a rose.

Marco Vasselli To Crystal Rose Adams

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…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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Finding about you

 

Besides all this flood

I will run after.

Do not close this appearance of

or your saying or doing your

or your name.

Beyond my reflection

and all my writing

and also beyond me.

Not behind what I feel for you

and even that which crushes inside,

and even in me, but far beyond.

I will run after more

than everything and everyone

and over your soul.

To find like .. die.

 

Poem wrote by

Ðι ک.tratta

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Alexis’s silences

Because if I open the book you are there
because you’re the friend who for
me I would always be with me,
why do
you think before you speak,
because
you can speak in silence,
because
when the pain besiege the mind
as
wormwood
take me from my slumber
and I remember
that this
life is made up of brief moments
frames
where you and I run up and down the years
where we find ourselves in the joys and sorrows,
Alexis
to tell
how
could we do
to get even
the end of a day
called life
of being able to say essercela lived!