I would like to run by your side
With fingers strong at the detachment
And to see you smiling without inhibitions,
Free,
Barefoot.
Gabriella Picerno, a psychologist and poet from Itay, shares her poetry
Gabriella Picerno is a psychologist, pedagogist, sexology counselor, expert in Child Drawing and Learning Psychology. She is the manager of Educational Study Centre “The Speaking Cricket” in Rufina (Florence). She has been involved for ages in projects of training and workshops in parenthood training, as well as emotions and sexuality. Her expertise stretches over areas such as teachers’ training, underachievement in school linked to anxiety disorders, learning and emotional special needs. She is passionate about painting, photography and writing. It has been a while since she started writing poems and short stories. She has published psychology and pedagogy essays, awarded both nationally and internationally. Her lyrical compositions have earned her important acknowledgments and she has won some literary prizes both in her own country and abroad. Her works have been included in numerous poetry anthologies. Her publications include: Separated Parents, Divided Children (1996); The Words of Education (2006); Two Parents Two Houses (2013); Easier Said Than Done (2013); Emotional Well Being in Adolescents (2016); My Families and I (2016); Bambini online (2019); The Doll of Giada (2020); Two parents, two houses – new expanded edition (2021); Let it be (2021); The olive season (2021); Affective and Sexual Education Itineraries (7- 10 years); Affective and Sexual Education Itineraries (0-3 years); This is how I feel inside (2023) and others. Her poetic works include ‘A touch of sky’ (2018), ‘Whispers and tides’ (2022) and others. She has been Co-director of the Children’s Literature Series and Curator of the Literary Awards.
Running in the Wind
I would like to run by your side
With fingers strong at the detachment
And to see you smiling without inhibitions,
Free,
Barefoot.
Starting to scream
That word that you whispered in your heart
Wishing it stayed there
Secret, protected,
Unutterable.
But now sustained by the wind,
It walks through the world
Singing on the trees and flowers,
Rolling on the sand
Like a sweet smile.
Then to stop,
Rejoicing from looking at each other’s
Calming down our breaths,
With a tender deep kiss
And there in that abyss
Not to know anymore…
Not to understand a thing anymore.
Amen.
***
3rd of February
The light and
Basswood scented air
Just like that evening
When our
Steps would echo
Lightly in the chilly night.
When our looks
Would scream
With silent words
The joy of us being there
Together.
Our stepping into the darkness
Would lead us to feel each others
And would give
That gentle touch of senses,
Delicate, yet at times
Powerful and aggressive.
You’re stroking
My hair
Would release
A sweet aroma
That stayed with us
In the vicinity.
That strong delicacy
Like a clamour
In the silent
Night,
Rarefied.
***
Words of Kisses
I would kiss you more and more, but even after
And then before
Without wasting time
So that instants become kisses on you.
To feel my caramelized lips on yours
Everywhere I would kiss your skin,
In the most secret places,
Tasting the sweetness of your smoothness
But now I would kiss you here, in the square
Between chestnut trees and daisies,
To give a mellow voice
To the taste of our kisses,
To the spicy scent of our lips,
To our skin, intertwined from a thread of silk
To our smiles lost between plane trees and cicadas.
***
The Immensity
Kiss me now, in this flash already passed by
As I see tumult in your eyes
As I feel your warm yearning body
Like that scorching afternoon of July.
Because I want to feel you inside me.
Kiss me relentlessly
Till we cannot tell my skin from your lips
Till I feel my feet losing ground
And we go in the clean air scented with your breaths
And wandering along sunny beaches
Running happily towards life.
Don’t lose yourself in the escaping instant
Don’t let it go
The happiness of our being
Which we have exchanged
In the thoughts, dreams, deepest and most passionate senses.
Kiss me until it becomes the lively substance of existence.
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Received from Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter
