by Alessandro Spinazzi

Early morning
walking the dog
rain it’s giving us a break
for once
a car stops
“where’s the medical center?”
an old woman
just like my mum
seeing herself
as a Lady
i stop moaning
about myself
and explain, carefully
how to get there
adding any possible details
to be sure she’ll find it
to be
helpful
and feeling good
of my own
being kind
in her eyes
surprise
for something
unexpected
and a wonderful
smile
before leaving

my being helpful
her being grateful
both of us
humans
for a little while

before the rain falls
again.

by Alessandro Spinazzi

Driving around
that little bit of pain
that’s just right
unrolling film
sequence after sequence
this side and that
of the eyes
the answer
will come
on a rainy morning
an unsent letter
to reveal
the plot.

by Alessandro Spinazzi

I like things
things about life
making a way
rolling
among menacing
obstacles
to land
at a plate
a glass
a pillow

and then
those two magical
notes
from the loudspeaker
a few dripping
lines
on the page
a thick
silence
on the screen
such an intense
pleasure
almost as if
an imaginary god
would break
smiling
on the scene.

by Dianella Bardelli

guardando il cielo immenso
di nubi psichedeliche
senti
con angoscia e meraviglia,
con attrazione,
che nulla davvero esiste

looking at the vast sky
of psychedelic clouds
you feel
with anguish and wonder
with attraction
that nothing really exists