Poem by Marco Fabio (Preparato da Angela Kosta)
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MARCO FABIO
Marco Fabio was born in 1975 in Campania, in Sarno in the province of Salerno (Italy), from an early age he showed great sensitivity and intellectual ability as well as marked creativity, never losing sight of his artistic side. Winner of several poetry awards including the most recent, Sogni ad occhi aperti, Rodolfo Valentino 2023, Second place at the Bacchereto 2023 national poetry competition, inclusion in the Anthology Donna sopra le righe 2023, Italian Excellence 2023 award, conferred by FIVE TV the inclusion in the anthology Essere Umano, publication in various national and international literary magazines including POLIS MAGAZINO, GAZETA DESTINAZIONI, PERQASJE ITALO SHQIPTARE, ATUNIS, ALESSANDRIA TODAY, ALBANIA PRESS, SATURNO MAGAZINE, SPECIAL JURY PRIZE -OSSI DI SEPPIA, PUBLICATION OF THE BOOK, how do I explain to you the soul of a poet.
MY SKY IS GREY
They all taste grey in children's eyes
Of countries at war
Like the sky looking at the earth
An immense expanse of grey
Darken the sky
One immense veil
A grey sky that tastes of death
Maybe fate gave him the gift
Where is the blue of the sky
Who see the other children
Do they have different eyes?
Or is it just my sky that's got clear colors
Maybe my sky is dead
Or it can be
That I've wronged God
Here they are the same
Also sunrises and sunsets
They're grey even
In the stories.
THE REFLECTION OF US
Of the two of us
I'm still looking for the reflection,
A past that is not now.
I miss the smells of the morning
When the slow life takes the path
You who know good
Snuggled up to my chest
Only the sky would have been enough for me
to roof us
Your curious eyes on my face
My viewers of a smile
But you know life
It's not clay that you shape with your fingers
Give the gift of deep joy
But it knows how to hit you as suddenly as a wave
Time is not this great doctor
The heart remains a painter
Fluid memories as a color
On his face the mimicry of an actor
Everything's fine, everything's moving forward
but the pain stops does not grant
Preparato da Angela Kosta
