Giovan Battista Moroni, The Tailor, 1570, National Gallery, London
The poems that I propose today is a gift, unexpected as all the gifts of two friends just met through the blog.
The first is titled "Friends of Readings and Light" and the author is Leonardo Pieretti.
Leonardo did a beautiful portrait of our blog and what difficulty all writers want to get the words.
The second is a poem by Fernando Pessoa, "The Fortunate Islands" submitted by John D., of Sassari he just "met" in a corner (or a post) remote Friends of Reading.
After nearly two years of conversations with the Friends of Readings, are happy to open the pages of the Friends of Readings, that is not the first students to write to us and to us.
The year 2011 brought me the news of a transformation, a change of skin for a while 'I will leave without armor: not more than-it for a while-teach literature, no longer-living it for a while-Rome. A new city, a new identity. I hope that Friends of Readings will turn to me and help me to wear the new "skin" or "dress" - while remaining in tune with the theme of today's post. The blog, collective writing workshop? A laboratory that impels us to get out there? Step off the chair (there sometimes you hear the voice of the sea ), breaking the pencil "red and blue", replace it with the feather of a hummingbird light and colorful. A color for each word guessed.
:) Thanks Leo and John!
Friends of Readings and Lightness (Leonardo Pieretti)
I would like to return to tailoring
student
sewing
cut to shape and then reshape unpick
mend
words
lightly with a little poetry.
The Fortunate Islands
Which voice is the sound of the waves
that is not the voice of the sea?
It 's the voice of someone who speaks to us, but
that if we listen, silent,
be made just for listening.
And only if, half asleep,
hear without knowing that we hear, it speaks of hope
towards which, as a child
sleeping, sleeping smile.
are fortunate islands,
are lands that have no place, where the King lives
waiting.
But if you go arousing,
voice is silent, and only there is the sea.
Fernando Pessoa (poetry Contributed by John D.)
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