LAURA RUSSO
Biography
Laura Russo was born and lives in Battipaglia, Italy.
She combines writing with any form of art, such as drawing, painting, photography, and declamation. She has her own literary column in a Paestum newspaper, titled “La scrittura tra le righe” (Writing Between the Lines). She also collaborates with a Battipaglia newspaper, writing about local cultural events and publishing her poems and short stories. She regularly writes about cultural topics, poetry, aphorisms, and short stories. She manages a Facebook poetry group called “Fili poetici” (Poetic Threads) and has an Instagram poetry column.
She also has her own YouTube video-poetry channel, where anyone can listen to her voice.
She has participated in numerous national poetry competitions, receiving many awards. She has written for several poetry anthologies and collective books. She is dedicated to the art of declamation, obtaining important recognitions in “Voice/Poetry” competitions.
She has written a book of poems and short stories titled “Versi d’ossigeno” (Oxygen Verses).
Finding You
For years, I searched for you
In the faces of the passersby.
I hoped to find you
around the corner.
To touch you in my dreams,
then I covered myself
so I wouldn’t look,
so I wouldn’t see the emptiness.
Until my eyes
hrew used
to not seeing the pain.
Poems
To my beloved
I could tell you how I feel,
gift you verses, my woman.
Cover yourself with captivating words…
I could, but it has no value
Compared to my feelings.
I tell you then my love…
Sit down and hear
The sweet dancing of my heart,
see the light of my eyes
reflect your face.
Only then you will feel…
What I feel.
Tears
Like rivers they flood the face,
bathing the delicate cheeks.
Igniting extinguished eyes,
nourishing the arid skin.
They kindle faded memories,
like blades upon the heart,
they reopen wounds,
wisely hidden from the world.
They enter the folds of the soul,
finding place among dormant sorrows.
They furrow the face consumed by time,
by the pain too often gifted to you.
They live their brief life,
finding place beside the red blood
left upon your lips and there…
They let themselves die.
Prepared Angela Kosta