In the reflection of the crystalline water
Every human being sees himself…
Elisa Mascia, a renowned poetess from Italy, shares her poetry
Born on April 13, 1956 in Santa Croce di Magliano, Italy, Elisa Mascia currently resides in San Giuliano di Puglia. A prolific writer, lecturer, radio host, declaimer, reviewer, bilingual poet (Italian-Spanish), literary critic, poetry contest juror, interviewer, and cultural promoter, Elisa has established herself as a leading figure in global literature and culture. She is an executive member of the Writers International Capital Foundation and is also part of the working committee of the Panorama International Literature Festival, sponsored by UNESCO. Her publications of Poetic Collections include: The Grater of the Moon, Savage Wind (poetic translation of the book by Asoke Kumar Mitra), Magical Emotions of the Soul, Painted Dreams, Melody of Love, Between the Infinite and the Immense, Mental Interconnection, The Sublime Moon” bilingual Italian-Spanish, Red Sun, The Wings of Freedom, Breathing with the Heart, The Song of Pebbles poetic translation of “Song of Pebbles” book by Asoke Kumar Mitra). Her work is included in the 3 Vol. of the bilingual Italian-Spanish Poetic Anthologies In Search of True Beauty.
Reflections
ReflectionsIn the reflection of the crystalline water
Every human being sees himself
Only when he walks with his brothers
And living in loyalty will not have stopped
The mystery of love since childhood
From the intimate and in every action expressed
So that the ability to see the other dominates
And every good intention transmitted.
Drop of water, of life essence and nectar to share and today make good use because tomorrow it will be too late
Not being able to quench the thirst of body and soul anymore every water dispenser is closed
Nor will you be able to drink with your own hands.
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The road is not over
The road is not overThe colors of the sun at dawn are reflected on the icy road on the walls of the purple red house with a pulsating heart and illuminated inside.
Even a little is enough of the here and now of fresh air always breathed among green trees high in the sky every person is savored of nature is in love.
The colors of purity blend with the green of hope the bright red of the burning fire
That from the outside chimney gives beauty seems to repeat that in everything constancy is needed and enough will never be too little
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The face of truth
The face of truthThe clear gaze cannot hide
Sensations deep in the heart,
He did not go to the mask market
He cultivates the garden sowing love.
Sometimes bright eyes so as not to cry
They communicate calm so as not to worry
They are bright and try to smile
And prevent those who love them from doubting
That happiness even if not very desired
The eyes, the mirror of the soul
And they never betray anyone
They are the language of the loved one
Who understands when tears remain inside
To fall is not the right time.
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