THIS MY SEASON . I spend the summer with my thoughts and my poems. . I am a good company! They say a lot without speaking. . they do not bother and make no noise! Finally, I get along with it. They give a lot of satisfaction .. it's a good story to those with good intentions. This is one of my seasons. . Natalia Castelluccio
come una sola persona
con le nostre forze
condividendo lo stesso cammino e
padroneggiando lo stesso destino.
Dammi la tua mano…
Adesso tutto pesa la metà…
per vincere e sorridere ancora.
as one person
with our strength
sharing the same path e mastering the same fate.
Give me your hand…
Now everything weighs half …
Together to win and smile again.
The fear of dying
leads to not understanding
the truth of things
which is beyond hoped for
Ci apparteniamo come una una goccia al mare
Ci amiamo come due corpi e un’anima
Ed ora ..
Cercami nelle parole che non ho trovato.
Cercami ancora e mi troverai!
Sono qui, appena poco distante da te..
più vivo e più vicino che mai.
FIND ME AGAIN
We belong together like a drop in the sea
We love each other like two bodies and a soul And now ..
Look for me in the words that I have not found. Look for me again and you will find me!
I’m here, just not far from you ..
more alive and closer than ever.
Look for me again.
Freedom is a precious gift.
I don’t ask for wealth or fame
I’m not looking for happiness.
even if these are things
that all men ask.
I only ask to live free ..
it’s not just for me
but for every human being
who wishes to live!
tragica o comica,
leggendaria o anonima,
matura o infantile,
Rimane sempre speciale ..
..versi di un’ ineguagliabile meraviglia.
Poesia di un racconto
sempre nuovo da scrivere ,
di un’avventura infinita da vivere.
Poesia è il più bel soprannome
che diamo alla vita.
could be tragic or comic,
legendary or anonymous,
mature or infantile,
It always remains special ..
..verses of an unparalleled wonder.
Poetry of a tale always new to write,
of an infinite adventure to live.
Poetry is the most beautiful nickname that we give to life.
History repeats itself with an ending that comes from the past already seen and engineered by a handful of men sold and domesticated.
History repeats itself with the victims already condemned from an abominable and criminal project.
History repeats itself everyone is watching and nobody opens his eyes to see what you really need to know.
Nothing to discover if not just the date of the day to die.
History repeats itself and I wonder and wonder it is so easy to think that after death there is nothing more to visit?
History repeats itself and unfortunately it is already fully booked.
C’è un’imperfezione in ognuno ed è per questo che tutto ha un sapore diverso.
A MAXIMUM 3
There is an imperfection in everyone and that is why everything tastes different.
Mi sono ritrovata in te !
POETIC FRAGMENTS 3
Losing myself ..
I found myself in you!
POETIC FRAGMENTS 1
.. And then I’ll meet the Light
and I will recognize ..
The one I have always loved!