poems by adriano schiavon
Adriano Schiavon I was born in Chivasso (Turin) on 25-03-1964 I got my scientific high school diploma My passions are photography and, for some time, poetry I am a self-taught computer scientist
Funfair Once the glass is finished, the thoughts will end it will end the music and the songs. Melancholy will fall asleep. The slow heart will wait for the morning to be aware of one more beat. Until the next evening, until the next glass, until tomorrow. Unaware if it will be for a dance or for a cry. Like a carousel ride and another waiting for the music to end. The amusement park is closed, the lights go out and trembling, serene, get off the track
In my corners I go there, I go here looking in my corners The night brings no noise, but fantasies of you. I go there, I go here gift my toys to those who still want to play and count to three. We do not know, we will know if there are angels on earth looking for smiles to laugh with me ... ... to laugh at me
My angels The angels I know. They have no wings Nor little baby bodies The angels I know. They have heavy shopping bags in one hand. The other is close to the handrail of the tram. And sometimes they blaspheme my angels. And the angels I know have a thousand labors among the wrinkles. As they sparkle brilliantly in a smile
We speak in silence How much talk would I do with silent souls I would be silent for hours and hours talking with those who do not waste unnecessary voice and he knows how to say everything with a wrinkle that curls a look that lights up and thus, on equal terms, knows how to go out With the brave sighs that are sumptuous poems. And an unknown little muscle in the face that pulls up a hint of a smile to say: "Silence! Let's talk again"
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