An year, an year to build into me the words, the phrases, the rhymes of a poem that now, at the moment of its initiation to reality, disappear from memory.
A poem that, frightened, escaped the eternal bond with a paper sheet, with a date, with a sign, to make herself ghost of herself, to be in her effects and in her causes.
An year has passed from the conceiving of the title and of the themesthat would have crossed her, and in the passing of this year many words with different meanings, tones, colours, succeed on that ideal cerebral canvas: passion, love, sex, admiration, contemplation, complicity. Different events developed from her words producing effects that altered them bringing to new events, new discoveries.
An year has passed but I don't remember the precedent life, as if that 28 of December I escaped, guided by Virgilio (or would be better to say Virgilia?) from a limbus of feelings and sensations loosing memory of the past sins.
I have written pages of vain analyses to search a Golden Fleece of words that could satisfy me completing the natural cycle of a feeling. I have searched in the most intimate and hidden places of my being that map of the treasure, that spiritual path that would have brought me out of that labirinth, but the sybilline answers guided me towards others beaches, other valleys, other paths.
An year has passed and on that cerebral canvas appeared a thousand faces, a thousand phrases, events that didn't perturbate the slow flowing of an interior background.
And this dumb poem that suddenly shipwrecked in the ocean of Time remains in my soul in the same symbiotic relation between a statue and its print. This year, these days sculpted on those notes the portrait of a love and every time that this music will cross me it will fill that print in my soul; that bronze verses will then emerge from the waters of Time and I will hold them until the music end or until I will want to make of them ink, black, cold, insensitive and eternal.

(28 December 1998 -  Canda - Italy)

Poetry and Prose
Emotional