- Poesia 1^ classificata: Hane Wong di Paola Bianchi
Hane Wong
Small
lean innocence
concealed by layers of paint
and his eyes
learned
not see
prey
bid at the last step
of community no longer human
immondo coacervo
di nuclei corrotti
– da lontano volano –
brama appagamento
dell’orribile istinto
Hane Wong
pensa a quando potrà
tornare a giocare
con la bambola
ha dimenticato
the tears at home.
Review : This poem, written in language polished and effective complaint clearly made of an underwater world abuse, hardship, suffering, loneliness, prey supply
"... the last step / of a community no longer human / unclean accumulation of nuclei ... corrupt - far from flying - craving fulfillment / horrible instinct ... "
opens the curtain of life and the scene reveals fear, terror, fright for one of the most vile crimes. Colors disappear, set the certainties and everything seems to fade in the eyes of a child who is denied to children and the joy of playing with the doll.
The message you read between the lines is lost in silence in the dark and no chance to cry for those who "... he forgot the tears at home."
- Poetry 2nd place: Matera July 2 of Angelo Sala
the party
of July 2?
to hand me
was going
with my father,
good suit and
cotton candy,
behind the marches
he
whistling.
and flags and
people
shouted
in that
square full
colors.
as a spare
the sacred
moved in
papier mache,
in a blaze,
apex of
party
the strong hand
close
than mine.
Do you remember the
turkish
selling
confetti suitable for
smoking
and
madonnari
scattered
the streets?
And then the crowd,
pagan
tradition
for
conquer
trophies
paper
Waste
as amulets
against
misfortune
true master
of
my land.
you remember
mother?
prepared the
typical
fragrances country
to breathe la gioia
dell’estate
e le vacanze tanto
aspettate.
Ricordami, ti
prego,
quei sapori,
non trovo più
la forza
nei colori
sbiaditi
con il
time
that
lost
those faces,
dreams and
that
should
to be
for
of that
boy.
Review : This poem is an invocation, a song where the word is used to give voice to the motions of the heart. The author experiences the existential questions of remembrance and regret to have lost it "... the flavors, the power of color, faces, dreams and the desire to be a day for that kid." Various and varied scenarios "... the square full of colors, horses and riders, the turkish, the madonnari and against idols that moved like cardboard, waste paper trophies and amulets against bad luck true master of the earth my ... "Reflecting the moral richness of a life spent playing catch up with hope. "... remember me, please ..." to change the world full of idols and false icons to return ... those flavors "primordial.
The poetic I is identified with the space and time, the landscape becomes a living, describe the tenderness when the image is personified in the child held tight to the hand of the Father, that vision becomes romance in memory of her mother, still images and engaging explanation of a mixed reality "... to the sacred and the profane ..." di personaggi che diventano icone, interazione, presente, passato, la storia; tante immagini che, come acquarello, scorrono fluide sulla tela dei ricordi.
- Poesia 3^ classificata: Forse è vero di Antonio Colandrea
Forse è vero
che l’onda che ci
squassa
è solo un vento leggero
che prune
a blade
edgy
monda
the hard skin
trunk
piled
It must
is subjected to the pruning
losing the
road
residual memories
heaps of hate
love and other stories
because the mill that
file away the dross
core gold
fine
reduces
gift to bring
another
banks
them where everything is light
all recasts
Review : E 'slide reading this poem in which the use of plain language and decided not to let sadness or leaked melancholy but doubt aware that "... the wave that shakes us is only a light wind that prune ..." and pruning is necessary to lose the way "... waste of memory, heaps of hate , loves and other stories ... "to reduce all the essentials, gift valuable, to be submitted to the sight of the Lord. The concept of death is not perceived as something that is scary, but as Christians accept the end of days.
Essential is the value of the word and clear the message is read between the lines: words "... as sharp blade that cleanses the hard skin on the trunk crammed ..." explicit request to live ".. . there where everything is light and everything is re-casting. "
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