THE MAP OF ONE ROAD WHICH RETURNS ONLY AT THE END

 

alberto palombi  1983- autoportait

 

 

 

 

                                 Alberto Palombi

 

Poems in Romanian   1996-2001- Painting sec.XX

HOROLOGE OF HOPE   

 THE MAP OF ONE ROAD WHICH RETURNS ONLY AT THE END
I WANT YOU TO READ THINKING ON YOU SELF…AT ONE DAY WHO COME AND ONE DAY WHO DIE…THINK  AT THE TIME WHO DON’T HAVE  NO BEGINNING AND NO FINISH …FAR WAY  FROM ONE INSTABIL  SENTIMENT  WHO JUST THE HOPE  CHERISH AND TAKE CARE OF HIM, LIKE A LURE FOR  LOST HEARTS.
METAPHORE OR ILUZION ……..SENTIMENTS OR PASSION ….WE LEARN TO LIVE WITH HER, WHITHOUT HER… THE HOPE…. TO ESCAPE ONE’S FROM THIS TRAP!!!!!!

 alberto palombi    1983-ganditorul

 

 PROLOGUE

I LOOK LEFT,

 

 LOOK RIGHT,

 

DIRECTLY ABOVE

 

NO ONE THERE.

AGAIN I LOOK

RIGHT AND LEFT,

NO ONE WALKS

TO   RIGHT OR LEFT,

  NO ONE WALKS ABOVE.

alberto palombi -1983

I LOST HOPE
                              
I feel
Whith my hand,
Your marmoreal ass,
On columns of white marble.
I touched
With my  toung
Your marble breasts,
I fed
From your  white heart.
I feel
Your marmoreal ass
On columns of white marble,
I touched you
With my warm lips
On your white mouth.
In a late
I learned my self
With  your marble soul.

 ALBERTO PALOMBI
BUCURESTI, 18.02.1996

 

 alberto palombi- 1983

AT  TV
    
On the screen

Tweest image

The tone

Other bands has moved;

Gosts shadows appear,

I snap fingers bare hands

Dropping the screen – continuation

 Waiting

The world to return

By cable.

Signs have been weakened,

Were sand.

Finally

Shadows  disappear.

 ALBERTO PALOMBI
BUCURESTI,18.02.1996

 

 

alberto palombi- 1983

AT THE PHONE

           

WILL CALL ME!!!

LOOKING AT THE PHONE
ALWAYS THINK THAT WILL CALL ME.
I WAIT
AND MY MOUTH ITS CLOSED.
I DON’T SPEAK
WAITING  TO HEAR
A KNOWING VOICE.

WILL CALL ME!

I WAIT

AND THE PAST SENSATION

DIE AT MY LIPS.

NO ONE CALL ME.

( c) ALBERTO PALOMBI
BUCURESTI,15.01.1996

 

 

 

 

 alberto palombi- 1983 l’abbraccio

LOVE IN LIBERTY

         

My brain

In the night

Never bored

And starts

My love dream.

My fingers

move fast

And drawing

Geography of your body.

Sleep!

Don’t talk

because you are tired

this night!

Near you

Dream come tru :

LOVE IN LIBERTY!

Alberto Palombi

Bucuresti 01.05.1998

  

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

alberto palombi- the wind 1983

 

   WIND

The wind jumps over this door,

with the same melody

outside, cleans trees

for death, leaves

and rolls …

mixing sand with bubbleflake.
Across the land

the wind

erodes the white mantel

to it’s ancient traces.
He, signing my skin

hastily.
Time will change when

the hard winds blow.

 
 
  ( c) ALBERTO PALOMBi
BUCURESTI,15.01.1996