Le Stanze
Le stanze nella mia testa
sono capitoli di un libro
mai scritto,
pensato.
Ritorni di memorie lontane
in tempi diversi.
Le stanze nella mia testa
sono spazzati dal vento,
o soffocati dall’afa,
o vuoti.
Le stanze nella mia testa
stanno aprendo in fine,
e tutto scompare.
pareti bianchi e finestre aperte.
Fa freddo.
– C. Amato
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Translation:
ROOMS
The rooms in my mind
are chapters of an unwritten book,
only Imagined .
Distant memories returning
in random moments.
The rooms in my mind
are swept by winds
or close and stuffy.
Or empty
The rooms in my mind
are opening at last
and everything disappears.
Blank walls and open windows.
It’s cold.
Thanks Jim, Peter and Jim ! (Afraid the photos aren’t in the right order, but I expect everyone can work that out!!)
I couldn’t agree more…very nice indeed Catherine…very thoughtful dreamscapes.
Wonderful pictures, Catherine! I really love the dreamy and blurry feel, there is to them and the analogy with rooms in our minds – with distant unfocused memories. And a very nice complementary poem!
Beautiful moving work, Catherine! Now excuse me while I go clean the rooms in my mind.