As I gently entered the world as I knew it, I found myself trembling, still not managing quit enough to find that inner peace within as I found on that palace. Small glimpses here and there if I sit in complete silence, lay in the arms of the warmth of…
The Wish Aragona, On the day of infinity earth Please flirt with life. From the brushes that gently touches your teeth to the insides of your eyelids, to the strangers eyes. Flirt with that toe you have forgotten put on those shoes honey – or feel “savage” with feet free…
golden red hues and an embrace as warm as a fireplace welcomed me home did it really happen all of it my feet remember marble my thighs remember stairs my nose breathes in the scent of familiar scented oils from a red satin sash wrapped in the paper so many…
Snow is falling outside my window, and I am reminiscing about the time when I was a sister in a palace created for a prince. I miss the touch, the long gazes, the bravery each student brought, and the reminder to flirt with life. My body longs for another back…
Are you reaching for me in the shadows? Are you bringing me out? Am I worthy? Invaluable? Out of touch? Body? Can you undepress me? Make me long? And shadow short? Is this journey over? Or are we still searching for the beginning? Do you have time to come out…
I remember fingers in my hair, silly boy. I remember grief, sadness and fear. I remember anger being replaced with humility, after one kind gesture. I remember the importance of curiosity, for new stories, and the learning of new things. I remember the importance of tending…
Misty mornings and clear sky nights. Stargazer’s dream of palazzo built to enjoy the changes of skylights. Up and down of stairs of marble stone, silently movements of joy and connection to moment – and lives lived in past whispering of fun and sorrow popping slightly on my skin as…
Where do you live? ‘At the palace’ they say ‘where the horse drank’ Where the walls are thick white marble stairs soft and hard Bones do break hope not ‘you can always trust cabbage, your see’ grandma say ‘Lights are out’ they say but really they just…
This land is powerful. We have a volcano, Etna, which ignites the heart; the sea, purifying water; the barren earth, a sign of fertility; and the wind that always blows across this island, a breeze that encourages reflection, but also disrupts thoughts. In Sicily, we have everything, but the rest…
Sometimes strange things happen, an encounter, a sigh, a breath of wind that suggests new adventures of the mind and heart. The rest comes by itself, in the intimacy of the world’s mysteries. Alda Merini