Bright Wet Eyes – Poetry from Italy

I saw those eyes
Completely pervaded by blinding light
Where I mirrored without veils.
Gabriella Picerno, psychologist, sexologist and poet from Italy, shares her poetry
Gabriella Picerno is an Italian psychologist, pedagogue, and sexologist. She is passionate about photography and painting. Author of numerous publications of psychological and pedagogical essays, she writes novels and poems. Her lyrics have been translated into seven languages and published in 15 countries. She is involved in training activities for teachers and parents. She carries out clinical activities with adults, adolescents and children, concerning school distress, learning and relationship disorders, separation and divorce issues. She is Director of the Mille Abbracci series for Pav Edizioni and co-director of the Filo di Arianna series for GD Edizioni. Curator of the literary awards: La.

Bright wet eyes
I saw those eyes
Completely pervaded by blinding light
Where I mirrored without veils.
I still have them inside of me,
Hidden in a secret place of my body,
Where no one can get in.
Beyond the infinity of that look,
Your happiness
The one I gave you
The one we could breathe
Like vital oxygen.
It was a propulsive rocky force
Silence as total satisfaction,
Enchantment of body
And soul,
Wide blossomed
And scented horizon.
Life in life.
***
Francia Square
In a winter evening you were waiting for me
In-between dusk as the daylight was almost
Over the horizon
And a light wind was shaking pine needles
Gently.
I got out of the car
Whilst you were coming towards me
With your surprised pace,
Alone for the first time,
From our laborious worlds.
Sitting in your car
A sort of pleasantness assaulted me,
Like the candour of soft cotton
Wrapping me
And made that little embarrassment vanish
Which had arisen as I was getting close to you.
***
Mirages
In nobody else’s heart
Can I enter!
I still feel
Only
Your fingers
Lightly touching
My skin,
Getting into
My thoughts.
All other roads
Are desert
With no floral scents.
Only you
Like a mirage
Appear.
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