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Sooner or later I'll put

with ways to play

frills in appearance

else to think

is not the best football?

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A tower outline

dilapidated waterfront

scanning the horizon

still hunting for sails

Saracens in the waves

to jump in hearts

terror.

How many shadows drew

the moon on his profile,

those billows smooth

its strong stone,

only those who are blushing

sunsets in for her.

time slowly

has broken

and always changes

today scanning the horizon

to breathe colors

in the dawn of new life

reverse at his feet.

© copyright 2010 Matteo Cotugno "PoesiAnima"

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Blaster

between sand and dust

glitters angle

that smacks of death, I will stop

thinking about my hands

tremble if ever,

hesitate if ever,

if this breeze air

turning into a wall

that m'investe and crushes

the heart, the heart ...

he brought me here

trails mined

to save lives, unknowing,

the heart, the heart

a blaster Italian

... proud.

Matteo Cotugno

07/29/2010

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Dance

tambourines and drums punctuate

sounds repetitive and hypnotic

beaten by the hands of land

in ancient dance the night

daggers sharp challenge

roteati touch sides

and arms hurt,

confront fearlessly

in slashes and lunges,

chase in the square

exhausted in the patrol

festive August

to vanish at dawn.

All around the stars are silent

just falls.

© copyright 2010 Matteo Cotugno "PoesiAnima"

dedicated to pinch fencing to a tarantella, which takes place during the night between 15 and 16 August on the Feast of St. Rocco in Ruffano ... where there was a battle similar to what happened in ancient times among people with unfinished business or to secure the respect and dominance in Roma families from which they came ... in this case is actually used daggers, now only bare hands.

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The revolve and your eyes

in that sphere nottaccesa

vibrates soul dreamer

cuorinattesa you

to follow your profile

emerge in sea neresteso

like sails prodigious

that disperinvano now

sognincanto you.

© copyright 2010 Matteo Cotugno "PoesiAnima"

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Steps

Sassi creak in the footsteps

boulevard broken streetlights from

lit during the day,

wonder if I lose

and if I lose, if I go back

on the same street on the steps

mine, like shadows superimposed

to reflect costs lives here

boulevard broken by

lamps lit at night now that

unexpected guest joins me

of a heart strolling.

Night mine six black

torches and small guides

veering steps

uncertain in my dark,

to follow the same path

perfumes auroras

in rhythmic clapping dew beaded

flowers just woken up by creaking

of stones in the avenue

under my feet.

© copyright 2010 Matteo Cotugno "PoesiAnima"

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recognize

recognize in your eyes

journeys of my soul,

interpreted as a experience

shared within.

I hear you scrutinize the details

of what I had to learn their secrets,

understand the joys, passions,

not intercede in consciousness.

I see them imprison silences

the sunrises, the sunsets,

in laughter and tears,

discovering my present.

I look forward to moving

to me without fear, without hesitation

of false promises,

to live with the reality.

© copyright 2010 Matteo Cotugno "PoesiAnima"

photo of my property: Torre San Giovanni (Ugento-Le)

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Pursued

Pursued by a thousand doubts

what remains of my life,

trying to trace a map

to orient myself, and I get lost in dreams

who know far more

perfume indelible

memory traces carved

soul as bas

talking to you, love

speaking to us, young

thesis to peer with the fantasy

the future behind the door

without even having the keys .

Pursued by a thousand doubts

I found a few certainties in

makes life beautiful

remained behind the door and peer

still as before

and as before

and as always

I found you, love.

Love me!

© copyright 2010 Matteo Cotugno "PoesiAnima"

photos of my own: Sky ... along the way

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prefer dreaming

Awakening sees

fade the colors of the sky

closed Key

long, wet

faces covered with joy

Spring

that late

and does not reach there.

Awakening makes

actually gray

those who dream,

revealing the secret

cruel settle

of our destiny,

ephemeral live

impossible desires,

exaggerates emotions

committing suicide loves.

© copyright 2010 Matteo Cotugno "PoesiAnima"

25/04/2010