{"id":9103,"date":"2019-04-07T12:37:51","date_gmt":"2019-04-07T09:37:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9103"},"modified":"2019-04-07T12:37:51","modified_gmt":"2019-04-07T09:37:51","slug":"volevo-i-wanted-je-voulais-am-vrut","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9103","title":{"rendered":"Volevo\u2026\/ I wanted&#8230;\/ Je voulais&#8230;\/ Am vrut&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"grazia\" href=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/grazia.jpg\" rel=\"prettyPhoto-img\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-9104\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/grazia-250x250.jpg\" alt=\"grazia\" width=\"250\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/grazia-250x250.jpg 250w, https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/grazia-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">Volevo\u2026\/ I wanted&#8230;\/ Je voulais&#8230;\/ Am vrut&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Volevo spiegare<br \/>\ndel mare burrascoso<br \/>\ndi un cielo color piombo<br \/>\ndei sentieri di pietre taglienti<br \/>\ndi un vento freddo e spietato<br \/>\nche fa contorcere gli alberi dal dolore.<br \/>\nVolevo parlare di un cuore<br \/>\nche pi\u00f9 non batte i ritmi dell\u2019amore.<br \/>\nDi un anima persa che ha perso le ali<br \/>\ne non osa pi\u00f9 sfidare le correnti ascensionali.<br \/>\nVolevo discutere del tempo che sfugge dalle dita.<br \/>\nma stordita e confusa da un profumo sacro e arcano<br \/>\n\u2026\u2026..seppi raccontare solo della rosa!<\/p>\n<p>Grazia Montanaro Lombardi<br \/>\n&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<br \/>\nI wanted<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to explain<br \/>\nthe stormy sea<br \/>\nof a lead-colored sky<br \/>\nof the sharp stone paths<br \/>\nof a cold and ruthless wind<br \/>\nthat makes the trees contort with pain.<br \/>\nI wanted to talk about a heart<br \/>\nthat no longer beats the rhythms of love.<br \/>\nOf a lost soul that has lost its wings<br \/>\nand no longer dares to challenge the updrafts.<br \/>\nI wanted to discuss the time that eludes the fingers.<br \/>\nbut dazed and confused by a sacred and esoteric perfume<br \/>\n&#8230;. I knew only about the rose!<br \/>\n&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Je voulais&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Je voulais expliquer<br \/>\nla mer orageuse<br \/>\nd\u2019un ciel couleur de plomb,<br \/>\nles chemins de pierre ac\u00e9r\u00e9s<br \/>\nd\u2019un vent froid et impitoyable<br \/>\nqui font que les arbres se tordent de douleur.<br \/>\nJe voulais parler d&#8217;un c\u0153ur<br \/>\nqui ne bat plus les rythmes de l&#8217;amour.<br \/>\nD&#8217;une \u00e2me perdue qui a perdu ses ailes<br \/>\net n&#8217;ose plus d\u00e9fier les courants ascendants.<br \/>\nJe voulais discuter du temps qui s&#8217;\u00e9chappe des doigts.<br \/>\nmais \u00e9tourdi et confus par un parfum sacr\u00e9 et \u00e9sot\u00e9rique<br \/>\n&#8230;&#8230; Je ne connaissais que la rose!!<br \/>\n&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<br \/>\nAm vrut&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Am vrut sa explic<br \/>\nmarea furtunoasa<br \/>\nun cer de culoarea plumbului<br \/>\ncararile pline de pietre ascutite<br \/>\nun v\u00e2nt rece si nemilos, care face ca copacii sa se rasuceasca in durere.<br \/>\nAm vrut sa vorbesc despre o inima<br \/>\ncare nu mai bate ritmurile iubirii.<br \/>\nDespre un suflet pierdut, care si-a pierdut aripile<br \/>\nsi nu mai \u00eendrazneste sa conteste curentele ascendente.<br \/>\nVroiam sa discut timpul ce scapa printre degete.<br \/>\ndar uluit si confuz de un parfum sacru si esoteric<br \/>\n&#8230;&#8230;. stiam doar despre trandafir!<\/p>\n<p>Maria Magdalena<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,33,34],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9103","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-contemporary-poetry","category-translated-italian-english","category-translated-italian-romanian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9103","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9103"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9103\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9106,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9103\/revisions\/9106"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9103"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9103"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9103"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}