There is no border
But our feeling,
In a parallel existence
Of that dimension called
The beyond love…
Sabrina Morelli, an eminent poet from Italy, shares her poetry
Sabrina Morelli was born in Rome (Italy). She completed her classical studies in 1989 at the Liceo Giosuè Carducci. The legal ones in 1993 at the Sapienza University of Rome, without however practicing the profession of lawyer because she became passionate about information technology. She completed the three-year course in 1990 at the Wall Street Institute in Rome as a programmer of the C language, Cobol, Unix and Windows programs. She is an award-winning writer and works as a radio speaker for a cultural program on Radio Studio 107 Milan and as a television host on Lombardia TV and Sky. Sabrina is Vice President of the VIP Wilde Award 2024, Director of the Radio Department of the Tiber Academy of Rome, Academic Senator of the International Cultural Carthage Academy, Academician of Ruggero II Sicily, and Academician of the World Union of Poets, Member of Wikipoesia, and member of the AUGE Legal Academy.
BEYOND LOVE
There is a place
Where every thought stops,
Enclosed in a time
That marks our breath.
The eyes become the banks
Of the sky,
In which the soul is reflected
Creating apices among
Clouds in flight.
Lips touched are stars
And firmament,
The hearts that beat
In their beat form waves
Between tides and wind.
In this universe of dreams
And desires,
Fingers are crossed
In a taking of tangible wills.
There is no border
But our feeling,
In a parallel existence
Of that dimension called
The beyond love.
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LISTEN TO MY HEART
Listen to my heart,
In that beat that
Screams my love;
Make it cradle
In a warm bed,
In which you will feel
As much as I want you.
You hate every verse
Of a far-off song,
Put your hand upon
My chest now;
Beat, beat,
And do not stop,
Dance to the rhythm
Of body and form.
Listen to my heart
As I look at you with desire
And amazement;
Nothing will be able
To warm its tumult
That will make me die
With joy in your face.
Just once hear him again,
In echoes full
Of every lovable word;
Together with his roar
We will travel,
In that pure
And supreme feeling.
***
LOVE EXISTS
Love exists,
Love is true,
A vibrate within
That mystery called soul.
You don’t feel it
When it comes in,
You just sense a feeling
That destabilizes every rule.
It confuses you,
It surprises you,
It unites in vertigo skin
And mind inside
A heart that gasps.
You can call him
By his name,
You can shout it
Out among millions
Of expressions
That don’t change
It’s destination.
It is unconsciousness,
It is illusion,
It is that indomitable passion
That merges between
The sighs of a magic dance.
Two words to give
That ancient emotion,
Love exists,
Is not a deception
Of reason,
But a flight on layers
Of clouds between two halves
Of the same drive.
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Coordinated by Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter
