Emilio SantiniFeb 10, 20192 minIRISH THYMEI revisit the thyme on the edge of the sea tended by tall yellow grass paled under the Augustian sun. Stalks of rush undulated by the bre...
Emilio SantiniFeb 10, 20191 minuntitledI laid down the sheets of my words. Now, rest your head on the pillow of my verses and I will lead you beyond the silence of indifference...
Emilio SantiniFeb 10, 20191 minuntitledI’ve hidden my waters behind the armoire. Distant, unhappy. Sailing vessels of marine expanses of the past. Never shipwrecked. Now and ag...
Emilio SantiniFeb 10, 20191 minUnsonnet of loveI love you for the scent you bring, for the colours staining the air around you: rage, doubts, smile, affection, despair. A rainbow chang...
Emilio SantiniFeb 10, 20192 minLETTER’S WORTHSometime I feel I am rotting in the compost heap of my words. I build them and save them in piles. I align them, interspace them, but the...
Emilio SantiniFeb 9, 20191 minuntitled Be the stone in the river smooth and solid Let the current carry the tears of the world around you Be wise to feel them Be compassionate ...
Emilio SantiniJan 4, 20191 minIce stormIn this crystallizing night when millions of moons frozen in the past are reflected by every naked bough and grey landscapes of winter be...
Emilio SantiniJan 4, 20191 minUntitledOur life is a candle that burns with the years and when it is half way down we try to save some of the drips and try to put them back to ...
Emilio SantiniJan 2, 20191 minUntitledThere is in me, In a corner, A never ending day. I do not worry And I do not rush looking for it Since I know That in due time It will sh...