A thin cedar leaf divides time into fragments, the before, during, after. It is a thin leaf although fleshy and offers no resistance to the mixture of time that reveals itself.A cedar leaf, thin and fleshy, through which one can look from one side to the other but not transparently, since neither one’s own life nor that of others is ever transparent and invisible. Una … Continua a leggere A Cedar Leaf
Freedom.A cry that confuses the space of infinity.Yes, because even the infinite has a space and it is what everyone is able to welcome wherever it manifests itself and to give wherever there is a need. Libertà.Un grido che confonde lo spazio dell’infinito.Sì, perché anche l’infinito ha uno spazio ed è quello che ciascuno è in grado di accogliere ovunque esso si manifesti e di … Continua a leggere Freedom of Infinity
È proprio vero, non siamo soli. “Nu Suntem Singuri. Non siamo soli” come si evince da questa raccolta di poesie edite più un inedito di Nadia Maurizia Scappini pubblicato in rumeno con testo a fronte da Cosmopoli, 2023. Non siamo soli neanche nella fragilità di una lacrima, di un sogno spezzato, nella necessità di reinventarsi ogni volta dal nuovo. Non siamo soli nello scoprire di … Continua a leggere Nadia Maurizia Scappini: Nu suntem singuri. Non siamo soli
Every woman “made dead” takes away a sound from every breath I take, every woman “made dead” takes my breath away with her. Every woman “made dead” is me, it’s you, it’s us, women and men deprived of a story, of a voice, of a dream that we should all cherish together. Ogni donna “fatta morta” toglie un suono a ogni mio respiro, ogni donna … Continua a leggere Women “Made Dead”
I feel a huge pressure on my heart. I know why, but I cannot free myself from this imprisonment.So, I must treasure the beautiful things I have experienced and let them speak even in silence, translate unexpressed emotions, narrate voices that have never been heard and build possible images of a forever beyond pain, beyond joy, beyond the visible and invisible that one would like … Continua a leggere Make a Treasure of Your Life
Feeling like a leaf and a drop and a tear and blood and emptiness, infinite emptiness, caused by yet another woman “made dead”. A light leaf that slowly falls into the abyss into which it has been thrown, that does not lose its beauty under the foot that tramples on it, that in death does not lose its freedom, but becomes a tense index to … Continua a leggere Like a Leaf
As it is beautiful and disturbing together this feeling that you can stand anywhere indifferently. Beautiful because it makes me feel free, disturbing because it is as if my landscape, my place, was already beyond, a beyond that it is every where and even more. I wonder, perhaps all this suffering and the awareness of a limit at my time has not penalized me, but … Continua a leggere Everywhere
Absorbed is the time of thought, free to embark on a new adventure. Whether there is wind or breeze, storm or calm, I am there and I fly free with all the baggage of my heart. Assorto è il tempo del pensiero, libero di intraprendere una nuova avventura. Che ci sia vento o brezza, tempesta o bonaccia, io ci sono e volo libera con tutto … Continua a leggere Train
Words like visions, like a river that breaks out of a secret quarry under the harshest rock. Words with the innocent candor of a child who has the hoped-for dream in his hands and feels amazement, respect, fear even that everything is just an invention. Clean and tired words like the last song of a nightingale that has been imprisoned for too long. Parole come … Continua a leggere Words and Worlds
Melancholy and thoughtful clouds run across the gloomy sky, asking why they are going, but no one answers because no one listens.Can a look from the window reassure them and a smile give them a sense of their direction?Melancholy nourishes hope and every eagle that has remained a prisoner for too long and every heart that still sees with amazement the care and beauty of … Continua a leggere Indomitable Clouds
Writing Is Testifying 