Lletres: Corde Oblique. My Harbour.

Based on a landscape viewed from ?the house of Sandro and Giustina? (Pozzuoli)

Somewhere,
drawn in his sea

with a sun that never
wounds.

Somewhere
my father?s house

that I never could see
...silence...

the seagull?s wings
caress houses? roofs,

harbour?s embrace
caress ship?s seals.

Eyes? breaths
and visual tastes

that respect their own roots
so dense...

The seagull?s wings
caress houses? roofs,

harbour?s embrace
caress ship?s seals;

the church-steeple
like a lighthouse

for the sailers
who cannot see.

Dedication to the neighbour of Rione Terra (Pozzuoli)

(Grazie a corde Oblique per questo testo)