{"id":4718,"date":"2015-01-15T12:09:47","date_gmt":"2015-01-15T10:09:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4718"},"modified":"2015-01-15T12:13:49","modified_gmt":"2015-01-15T10:13:49","slug":"nevicata-notturna-nocturnal-snowing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4718","title":{"rendered":"Nevicata Notturna \/ Nocturnal Snowing"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Nevicata Notturna<\/p>\n

\u00abLasciamo che questa neve leggera cada sui nostri
Sogni e li faccia risplendere! \u00bb<\/p>\n

Reso libero,
Il tuo respiro leviga cieli irremovibili;
La tua percezione gratta realt\u00e0 ancora non aperte.<\/p>\n

\u00c8 forse un passatempo per pensieri smarriti,
Per volti e peccati dimenticati?<\/p>\n

Guardando da un’altra parte per paura o
Imbarazzo, svegliandoti la mattina successiva,
Dovrai allora imparare
Come mantenere viva la mente assopita,
Nel tentativo di spinger via
Quella treccia di capelli
Inceppata negli occhi della memoria.<\/p>\n

Ah.. Quei ricordi assillanti!<\/p>\n

Era reale il suo dolore
Quando esclam\u00f2 \u00abQuello \u00e8 il mio vestito rovinato!
Il vestito della festa,
Quello che i tuoi occhi pieni di lussuria mi strapparono via\u00bb?<\/p>\n

Quasi uno scherzo del destino quella
Polivalente percezione che rese
Visionaria, chimerica la tua pleonastica attesa.<\/p>\n

Perch\u00e9 lei non ritorn\u00f2.
Neppure all’alba. Neppure nelle tue aspettative..<\/p>\n

Ora il dolore urla soltanto col silenzio
Quando affondi le dita nell’intimo del tuo cuore
Che sanguina \u2014Un dolore assoluto, rimasto
Senza voce
Perch\u00e9 giorno dopo giorno, anno dopo anno,
Tutto diventa abitudine.<\/p>\n

Finch\u00e9,
Osservando quella lanugine bianca in volo,
La scorgesti \u2014Insieme ad un
Soffio del suo profumo..<\/p>\n

Scrutando nel profondo del tuo sguardo
Lei pronunci\u00f2 parole di speranza
E insieme -forse- una promessa:<\/p>\n

\u00ab Una nuova vita ti si prospetta al di l\u00e0 dei
Campi imbiancati della mente \u00bb<\/p>\n

Parole ovattate, pronunciate sottovoce
Per non scalfire la purezza della notte.<\/p>\n

Fu una profezia?
La celebrazione di un trionfo o un
Fallimento \u2014Un incubo raccapricciante?<\/p>\n

Basta! Non voglio pi\u00f9 saperne!<\/p>\n

Con lo sguardo fisso sulle mie dita insanguinate
Stancamente sospiro.<\/p>\n

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Nocturnal Snowing<\/p>\n

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\u00abLet this fluffy snow fall upon our
Dreams and make them shine! \u00bb<\/p>\n

Set free,
Your breath smoothens unshaken skies;
Your perception scratches unopened realities.<\/p>\n

Is it a diversion -maybe- for lost thoughts,
For lost faces and sins?<\/p>\n

Looking the other way out of fear or
Embarrassment, waking up next morning,
You should then learn
How to keep alive the drowsing mind,
While trying to shove away
Her plait of hair,
Jammed in the eyes of memory.<\/p>\n

Ah.. Those haunting memories!<\/p>\n

Was her pain real
When she asserted \u00abThat one is my spoiled dress!
My dress party
Which your eyes, filled with lust, tore me off..\u00bb?<\/p>\n

Hardly a twist of fate that
Multivalent perception which made
Visionary \u2014Fanciful
Your unnecessary waiting.<\/p>\n

Because she didn’t come back.
Even at dawn. Even in your expectation.<\/p>\n

Now your pain screams only through silence
When you sink your fingers deep
Into your bleeding heart \u2014A sheer grief
With no voice anymore
Because day in day out, year after year
Everything becomes habit.<\/p>\n

Until,
Gazing at the fluffy snow falling, you
Caught a glimpse of her \u2014Along with a
Whiff of her perfume..<\/p>\n

Peering deeply into your eyes
She spoke words of hope
Along with a promise -possibly-:<\/p>\n

\u00ab A new life is looming beyond the whitened
Fields of your mind \u00bb<\/p>\n

Hushed words, uttered under her breath,
Not to scrape the purity of the night.<\/p>\n

Was it a prophecy?
The celebration of a triumph or a
Failure \u2014A bloodcurdling nightmare?<\/p>\n

Enough! I’m fed up!<\/p>\n

I stare at my bloody fingers
And faintly sigh.<\/p>\n

(Florence,2014)
\u00a0<\/p>\n

(Firenze,2014)<\/p>\n

Copyright \u00a9 Fabrizio Frosini – All rights reserved<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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