Different Times

by Nunzia Castaldo

Different Times

  By

  Nunzia Castaldo

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  Different Times

  Copyright © 2015 by Nunzia Castaldo

  Cover design by Loris Periani

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  Your support and respect for the property of this author are appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, places or events is purely coincidental. The characters are products of the author's imagination and used fictitiously.

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  Different Times

  The life we ​​are faced with situations that become part of our inner selves and become poetry sometimes sweet and gentle like memories of a happy childhood, other painful and sad when we are exposed to a lack of what is most dear to us.

  The collection of poems Different Times captures these feelings.

  Enjoy the reading

  Index

  1.

  Be careful That cat

  2.

  What were you thinking

  3.

  True love

  4.

  Adaptability

  5.

  Harmony

  6.

  Tell me the truth

  7.

  Tonight

  8.

  On the impossible understanding

  9.

  Here

  10.

  Starfish

  11.

  Ode to complete lunch

  12.

  Clipping

  13.

  Prayer

  14.

  Expect nothing

  15.

  My anxiety

  16.

  The coolest thing

  17.

  It cannot be more than war

  18.

  Snow

  19.

  I remember

  20.

  We live the present

  21.

  There is always sunshine

  22.

  There is snow on the mountains

  23.

  Undecided

  24.

  My steps

  25.

  You do not know what is loneliness

  26.

  Strawberry

  27.

  You go

  28.

  Simple song

  29.

  And let me be sure

  30.

  And then someone

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  1

  Be careful that cat

  Be careful that cat

  which crosses at night

  attracted at once

  headlights

  and it stops in front

  shooting

  back again

  stealthily

  addicted, contract:

  careful

  impact.

  Do not drive distracted

  not to yield to intoxication

  it's hard the windshield.

  Shake that covenant

  tactfully:

  "Look at that cat!"

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  2

  What were you thinking

  In a mystical

  impalpable atmosphere

  the memory of you

  It comes forward

  in outline

  of my youth;

  I knew that was not

  forever yet

  I wanted to believe it.

  In a light

  white gold

  the vision of yourself

  it becomes concrete

  and I wonder now

  what were you thinking

  while your glance

  he was lost as well.

  In a creation

  full of conviction

  placed in your eyes

  the answer is uncertain shows:

  perhaps you thought the world outside

  its colors

  perhaps in truth

  You thought only to freedom.

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  3

  True love

  I confused

  rational thought

  with the reason of thought;

  I got carried away

  the feeling of the moment;

  I did not understand that true love

  it is not thought

  not reasoning

  and even feeling.

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  4

  Adaptability

  Move on

  without looking back

  regenerating the adaptability

  is the need

  of the times.

  Move on

  resolutely

  without thinking about the past

  is capacity

  survival.

  Move on

  is a necessary value

  with firm roots

  no obstacle

  It is unsurpassed.

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  5

  Harmony

  We are reflected lights

  drops reverberated in the sky

  between rain and sun

  the interpretation of our colors.

  We suspended

  indivisible remainder of storm

  arcs of light

  interactions in search of harmony.

  We are natural

  agape conform to its principles

  decaying us

  enchanted by a visual sensation.

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  6

  Tell me the truth

  Tell me a story

  the most beautiful that you know

  uses old words

  that I have not ever heard

  uses rare words

  which remain

  memory

  now and again.

  Tell me a story

  the most beautiful that you know

  uses new words

  that no one ever told me

  not degrade with the ugly history

  which is repeated again

  as an appointment

  at the usual time.

  Tell me the truth

  the truer than you know

  uses the right words

  that no one has ever dared

  do not fool me with falsehood

  conscious and planned

  that makes a mockery

  confidence given.

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  7

  Tonight

  Sky

  under the effect

  clouds of purple

  imaginary color

  tasty ice cream

  blackberry

  first collected

  you open up

  light of the sun

  space

  an island

  to the vast horizon

  with a deep breath

  who knows health.

  Now no longer raining.

  Sea

  above the expanse

  steam rarefied

  slow fermentation

  limbic thrill

  of sparkling wine

  fragrant fruity

  me show fluid

  evaporated after

  for a moment

  infinite light

  and free your mind

  by painful things.

  How calm tonight.

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  8

  On the impossible understanding

  Besides this our heaven

  of small things

  I push the eye of the soul

>   and I get immense

  universe of great things

  of understanding impossible.

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  9

  Here

  White flower in the dark

  thou art blossomed as my thoughts

  not yet understood

  even from me.

  Here I take you into the lens black

  with emotion

  black as my reason

  it does not seem to improve

  starting from here.

  Here you vanish in the universe

  not yet known

  interiority

  I remain sorry

  in opposition.

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  10

  Starfish

  I'm a star

  the stormy sea

  has thrown

  on the beach

  and impact

  it distorted.

  They are star

  symmetry beaming

  of eccentric madrepora

  water I mirror

  my world of dreams

  reality is shattered

  embittered

  a bitter storm.

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  11

  Ode to complete lunch

  Farewell timbale of macaroni

  wrapped in pasta brisè

  the sound of your crunchy shell

  It was my ode to charge.

  Farewell grilled sausages

  sizzling on the grill

  I snapped with bread

  soaked your aromas.

  Farewell fries

  leaking grease

  I enjoy every last

  in a blaze of satisfaction.

  Goodbye cream and chocolate mousse

  creamy, delicious combined

  the beauty of affection

  It was the spark for my creativity.

  Farewell dinner party

  I know one day we will meet again,

  but not now,

  I now splits the view

  my lunch abstractionist:

  a mixed salad it is.

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  12

  Clipping

  Clipping from life

  special delicacy

  I look at them through the eyes of the heart

  I feel contentment

  I know they have petals wind resistant

  they are living in time.

  Clipping from life

  special humiliation

  I look at them with eyes of shame

  I try suspension

  I know they have sharp blades to lament

  not die in time.

  Clipping from life

  special satisfaction

  I look at them with eyes of pride

  I feel exaltation

  I know they have bubbles inflated by the wind

  of regret over time.

  Clipping from life

  special love

  I look at them through the eyes of mild

  I feel contentment

  I know they have drops of divinity

  They go beyond the time.

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  13

  Prayer

  The group continues its

  I stay in this cell abandoned

  It attracts me silence, intimacy issued.

  Now lying on the bare floor

  I abandon myself to tears

  I let myself go to the feeling.

  I extend my ear over the wall

  I seem to hear an ancient prayer

  I do not pray more, neither morning nor evening.

  I pray not more

  since evil murderess

  He did not spare.

  Twenty years only

  music, profession, love

  unexpressed yet.

  Now lies at the Certosa

  so much youth as he rests

  What should I say, what?

  Lord do: that young people understand

  that life is all about

  Lord is' not throw their loved ones in mourning.

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  14

  Expect nothing

  Do not climb on the car

  who takes you away

  from your interior places

  where you live quiet

  and you feel serene

  do not get on the train

  already occupied by other

  deluding yourself

  that there is room for you

  you want to be honest.

  Do not go with those

  it has no time to expect

  it is not there at heartened

  justifying after

  when you've already solved

  do not tell

  the apology more naive

  to believe again

  who loves you.

  Expect nothing

  that is not the result

  profit that you gave

  the good you've been.

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  15

  My anxiety

  Year 1595: prayer of a young monk

  My anxiety at daybreak

  to you Jesus that I love beyond measure

  intro the walls and the surrounding countryside

  I turn to priegarVi and far is fear.

  Your presence

  I pray deh! Printed in my heart

  silence, penance, apostolate

  intimate life, rule, all its rigor.

  Or that the instinct to my flesh moves

  passion, a strong fault

  I beg the Lord, new hope.

  With San Bruno as artfully

  I go hermit novel, to hardships

  under your blanket, beyond death.

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  16

  The coolest thing

  Under the aura

  of the sun

  that touches the horizon

  you are sapphire.

  You taste salt

  taste of heaven

  light that excludes

  others glow.

  Under clarity

  of my heart

  that lights up

  your words

  the coolest thing

  You are.

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  17

  It cannot be more than war

  Enough war

  just living on the cruelty of living

  and there is no word that can define the dismay

  I feel when I hear

  the ability inhuman

  human

  to hate

  to economize.

  Enough war

  we live on the work of good people

  He has gone before

  her hands have worked

  thinking

  a world of peace

  for us.

  Enough war

  I do not feel better

  if I write words

  I feel helpless

  I feel incapable

  to stop the agony

  yet I want to shout:

  enough war

  we look at the Earth

  as a place of Peace

  cooperation.

  It cannot be more than the war.

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  18

  Snow

  Snowflakes of crystalline

  pirouettes in the air

  this morning

  and I lay there

  where my memories

  They have the border of childhood.

  Snow

  you were up to their knees

  cold boots in too short

  and you played

  under my feet

  moved in silence ...

  It was the night Santa.

  Snow

  you're all a twinkle

  in my world of peace

  you lay now

  and I rest

  too.

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  19

  I remember

  In the third-class carriages overflowing

  of emigrants who r
eturned to South

  I was sleeping on the brown cardboard suitcase,

  under the linen cloth embroidered by her grandmother

  my summer holidays

  I not spent in the North.

  There was golden light on the islands dazzle of sun,

  the Raphael and Leonardo Da Vinci filed past in the Gulf

  and the sea was blue as your eyes that they sang me a love song

  I remembered in the long swims

  between mineral water that flowed into the sea

  and cool evenings spent tell about the time

  we saw a flying saucer pass

  but in the photo taken in a hurry we were

  just us who were laughing.

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  20

  We live the present

  Relevant concentration

  moment by moment

  we live the present.

  Little details

  seemingly insignificant

  is our life.

  Let us not steal the beauty

  by those who prefer absent

  the mental gymnastics

  it is powerful

  we live the present.

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  21

  There is always sunshine

  In hand gesture

  in the motion of the eye

  trying your hand

  that hints at a goal

  in the wake of the smile

  that illuminates his face

  there is always sunshine.

  The sound that becomes

  heart sweetness

  the word slow

  who want the certainty

  in the eyes of the child

  in flower garden

  there is always sunshine.

  And when evening

  with melancholy

  directed prayer

  holding company

  and clears the memory

  time that goes away

  there is always sunshine.

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  22

  There is snow on the mountains

  Distant white peaks

  early low clouds

  I will prevent the view

  and yet

  there is snow on the mountains

  sunlit peaks

  it lasted only a moment

  the reflected light in the sky

  and yet

  already before seeing it

  I had an inkling

  air lashing

  morning

  and yet

  I am enchanted

  watching wrapped in cold

  Author of this framework

  of immense splendor.

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  23

  Undecided

  Stay or go

  I look at the blue

  the unknown attracts me

  poised

  on the edge of the known

  I had enough of green

  I remain outstanding

  I have reasons to stay

  and reasons to go

  fears also

  no certainties.

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  24

  My steps

  My steps

  with a book in hand

  to recross

  on a stage

  acting

  in a theater play

  that happiness.

  My steps

  in the corridors of hospitals

  waiting for an answer

  in corridors of nursing homes

  waiting for the miracle

  in corridors of nursing homes

  waiting for the end.

  My steps

  in golden sand

  in white sand

  in black sand

  in sharp rocks

  seeking rebirth.

  My steps

  in dolomite rocks

  in fields of daisies

  badlands in plaster

  in fields of ripe barley

  in rows of red vine

  give me life.

  My steps

  the earth trembles

  running down the stairs