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Not a butterfly
[August 2019] On a cobblestone road in Old Montreal walking back home on a late Summer night still shaking for the conversations I had had that day shaking my head how could I have done it again? I was wrong, again, wrong, again; wrong, again; I was wrong, again. Wrong, wrong, wrong. … … ……… Continue reading Not a butterfly
All I can hear
August 2019 I had been betrayed. My life was invaded. Unsettled, upset and scolded because of that blamed for feeling, blamed for speaking shamed for correcting the invader down my throat condescending advice I even apologized, because I’m that nice. February 2020 I had been betrayed. I had known for months. Unbearably vulnerable I needed…… Continue reading All I can hear
My participation in the McGill Dept. of Natural Resource Sciences Virtual Art Show
Two of my poems, The blue, the green, and the grey and You will move me that day too are part of the Virtual Art Show of the Department of Natural Resource Sciences of at McGill University. Here is the link: https://nrsvirtualartshow.wordpress.com/portfolio/alice-damiano/. Enjoy!
Fiamma bagnata
Fiamma bagnata, da sola ti spegni come un foglio bianco di disegni non desideri più illuminare quel cielo che ti aveva fatto sperare come la luce dei tuoi confini voleva destreggiarsi fra i troppi destini così l’acqua che arriva dal tuo centro vuole farti morire lenta dentro. In passato troppo intensamente hai voluto…… Continue reading Fiamma bagnata
Anche quel giorno tu mi muoverai
Seduta su un masso in mezzo ad un prato sentivo un soffio di vento sprecato investirmi, ed andare via con le foglie chiamate dalla sua scia. Ma non era solo un compagno di viaggio lo sfondo di un quadro la vibrazione di un paesaggio… era lì, ed era energia il segno di una vita…… Continue reading Anche quel giorno tu mi muoverai
Quella stanza con la carta da parati
Quella stanza con la carta da parati verde, con fiori di tutti i colori sbiaditi, e mobili marrone chiaro ed un baule sotto la finestra, un poco più scuro mai aperto, perché contiene segreti vietato, perché appartiene al passato io con le sue bambole non ho mai giocato io non sono ammessa nel mondo dei…… Continue reading Quella stanza con la carta da parati
The blue, the green and the grey
I breathe blue and green and feel the air on my face while the wind pushes the clouds in their playful race the ponds are a sheer shelter for fishes and frogs while the crickets accompany the birds in their songs the river flows calmly in the middle of one land one home,…… Continue reading The blue, the green and the grey
Chasing mirror
In my mind a mirror stands like a tree in low flat lands watching it I have to see who I am, what is me. In the wood a mirror stands I know everything depends on what I will see in the glass sitting on that quiet grass. I am sure a mirror…… Continue reading Chasing mirror
That room with the green wallpaper
That room with the green wallpaper with printed flowers now a little faded and a light brown wardrobe on the left side and a darker trunk lying just behind never opened, because it holds secrets forbidden, because it belongs to the past I never played with the dolls it contains I am not admitted to…… Continue reading That room with the green wallpaper
Alice in the Anthropocene 