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"
