Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Luna In Hawaiian Translation

poet.


Gianni "of Rome."


The white plate paper of the poet to write Signs

to reveal secrets
come in time, voices of old

heard by children
spells
stolen
flavors of herbs and flowers. The round dish



artist's canvas for a medallion
kidnapped
color to green

meadows exploding in the spring, the palette

burned the forest in autumn.

glasses row
organ pipes
to reproduce the sounds of the breath of the wind


when dawn breaks through the glass of the night

s'impasta
mood and nature of the dew

In triumphal entry

corn stalks as crosses to St. Peter

to the surprise of a child stolen from the cob


still running on the lawns of meat.

Diver Dalco.

rather Comment by Hyginus.
Not everyone is given the gift of being poets. But when the intention is worthy, you can excuse a poor result. Diver tries to live up with ways of remembering that the Serbian Roma Gianni. If there is successful, I think we can excuse using what I wrote to understand what he meant. He wanted to present the cuisine of Gianni as poetry, painting as an art, like music and Gianni as a poet, painter and musician.
Carnia handed down in tradition with the old fairy tales told to children. Anyone who has just passed, we meet with those who have only one future. Who lives in the present is too busy to win the newspaper, harsh and difficult. With the exception of some poet in the tradition of the ancestors of the Celts Bardi.
do not know if John knew of the Celts. At that time on the subject was only famous phrase Luciano Cell: "I hate the Celts and the Socialists, and no one had asked why the atmosphere of Rome with Luciano had suggested this strange and original approach.
Diver who believes that he had discovered in Celtic spirituality in dealing with a refined nature felt as living, Gianni sees as the last of the meat, the last able to hear the poetic sentiment in the image of a flower that becomes flavor , color and emotion.
Gianni so there is maybe thinking of a dawn brought out hunting with his hands in the grass wet with dew: the pleasure to feel the mood of nature as to hear the wet hands of his mixes. Gianni child stealing corn on the cob ...