Writing

Currency / a pocket can sometimes be : a kind of prison, / I have never lived in / a…

Where were god? Where was god while your inner world was falling apart? Where was god while the events of…

When you were five / And I was six, / We would hold hands / Just like this…

They have no second thoughts / and still your footprints / inch by inch, gradually / made whole the way…

Desert… / If you’re looking for yourself / The shadows of your ancestors / Will lead you up to the…

You look… You look at beauty but you want to ruin it You hate poverty, but you choose to steal…

Morning Melody and other poems by Changming Yuan [morning melody] You might have stayed up All night, clicking at every…

Annelisa Addolorato (www.annelisaddolorato.it)   1. Attraverso il canto emerse il sentiero Sotto la pelle del tamburo Sotto la pelle del…