bottle to be, in my opinion, the largest of the Italian pop singer-songwriter Francesco De Gregori is certainly also a great poet. As reflected in the verses of his songs, authentic poems. Yet in an old song, "The stories of yesterday," referring to a notorious character, the darkest page of our recent history, says, "poets are nasty creatures, as they talk about is a fraud."
It 's true that De Gregori says? Or wanted to, as usual, trying to shock?
However, apart from what it says De Gregori, I like to write poems, and since I do not pretend to believe a poet, I neither believe to be an ugly creature. But then if
I'm not a poet, how would I define myself?
A perfectionist? Maybe!
An admirer of beautiful things? More likely!
definitely a lover of poetry. An incurable romantic who as a child, because you know neither metric nor poetry, he enjoyed a game, to find rhymes and try to compose verse. An eternal boy who dreams to leave easily and has a vivid imagination. A man who has a sensitive soul and looks forward to the present, and all that surrounds him, but do not forget the past and sometimes filled with a veil of melancholy, he took refuge in the memories.
Memories! As part of memories, especially those related to childhood. When, as boys, after the long winter, we waited with joy the arrival of spring. And then the sun is warm in March, runs barefoot on the sand, and again, so the first contact with the sea.
THE SUN IN MARCH
The March sun warms
so the sand and the sea
, barefoot children run free
scoring tracks, and laughing merrily
the warm soft touch
plants.
casting their nets into the sea fishermen
and yell and make noise from the bow
strongly table, and throw stones into the sea
push the fish to catch. After the ritual
everything calms down,
fast to shore calling
boats and cast nets,
filled with sailors. Even children
courses to browse
share with them the task,
becomes a game, a mere pretext
to get his feet wet in the sea
regenerate and flourish again,
spring.
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