my grandmother’s clock stopped
at the moment you left, like it was
your hour to take and always was going to be
I chose not to see you in death when
my mother cried and my father remarked
how small you seemed
~ ~ ~
l’orologio di mia nonna ha fermato
in quel momento che andavi, come se fosse
la tua ora di prendere, e sempre sarebbe stato così
ho scelto di non vederti in morte, quando
mia madre piangeva e mio padre commentava
quanto piccolo sembravi
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY