Francesca Patitucci - Bio and poetry cycle (Prepared for publication by Angela Kosta)
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FRANCESCA PATITUCCI
SHORT BIOGRAPHY
She is an italian author.
She lives in Salerno (Campania) but she was born in Calabria. He has been writing for several years, especially poetry. Teacher of foreign languages and cultures. Lyricist for musical pieces. He has published two collections of poems and short stories, the third ongoing anthology and a fourth in collaboration with another author about social evils expressed through narrative and poetry.
Reviews books; editor of poetry collections; juror and President in Literary/Artistic Competitions. She has obtained numerous relevant awards in national and international competitions, including in English language. President and juror in “Francesco Giampietri” International Literary Prize for the French language section. In August she received the "Urban Festival 2024" culture award, in Francavilla al Mare, Chieti - Italy. In June 2025 she received the “ DonneinCultura - Dolce e Caffè” culture award for - Festival del libro in Mediterraneo, in Salerno.
Present in various poetic anthologies, monthly magazines and newspapers. Member of some cultural associations and president of the literary, cultural and artistic association "Incontri diVersi".
Creator and President of an International Artistic Literary Competition in the third Edition in her homeland, Calabria.He collaborates with artists promoting the union between painting and poetry. He writes for a bimonthly magazine, “Agire Sociale”; writes monthly articles in the online magazine #noiqui; Administrator of an online literary group, he manages poetic and literary workshops, dealing with topics of social interest.
Writing is her lifeblood, she says.
A SEA SKY
And if tomorrow the sky
turns red again
we’ll continue to bathe
in the saving sea
impetuous and wild, sometimes.
The smell of wind and salt
will satiate our urges
for “the next day”.
We are here, we'll not tire
of building… while waiting.
Always returns the rainbow
to invigorate tired undertow
…it saw us among the billows
of our youth.
And while a fistful of sand
slips away through my fingers
a rebellious wave
our conscience shakes
to shout its presence
resilient friend of our afflatus…
I will return there, breathing
salt air… my salvation.
Under my sea sky!
THE DAY WILL COME
Sitting on the shore
of our memories
you and me
caressing ancient time
in a sun who can hardly die
in the arms of a dream
drowned by bitter custom.
It’s sweet to take care
of intimate and melancholic
splinters of your light
and brave breath
while this short august break
flees from sweaty fingers
and braided legs
to a warm and dark sun
towards other shores.
A shooting star promises
new romantic illusions
and we happily flirt
in the calm waters that
feed, in a charming feel
our hunger to live.
Tonight we are free and drunk
with life, with us
we sink our heartbeat into a
unique and unrepeatable breath.
And our day will come again!
LOVE ME
Bites of tormented words
to a long-awaited peace
the few moments in the void
of the night.
I was a clay doll, molded
to your crazy ideal
to comb my hair
in the mirror of an illusion
to a sliver of happiness.
But it was really
my golden ambition?
I open the blinds at sunrises
to show what enslaves me
to false desires.
Come to me, caress my face
enter my soul, lost in love…
And touch my soul.
Love this desire to be yours
without hesitation
be free… from ancient memories.
Love me as if I were unique
…rare and imperfect creature
to fill the wineskin that demands
true satiation…
Finally, I will be only
the woman I am.
Love me as I am.
Forever and ever!
Prepared for publication by Angela Kosta
