In the style of The Microscope… waiting for TRC! Stay Tuned! A year in a bubble. Immobile. And yet, all of a sudden, it seemed to us possible to see the sun, even a rainbow, in that bubble. All illuminated, shining, full. It seemed really really beautiful. It seemed. For a bit. And then… back … More In one go… #10
In the style of The Microscope… waiting for TRC! Stay Tuned! Mud drips slowly, it insinuates itself, covers, wraps. It dirties the water as it goes through even the most limpid, the most crystalline. Without pity drowns in this way even that being now destined to disappear. Someone is talking about a summer rain. It … More In one go… #9
About a month after the publication of this collection of poems, here is the complete version of the first interview done by the author and conducted by Marika Mendolia, blogger and book influencer. “…Who is Anna?,” “The title of your work, The Microscope, where does it come from?,” “Why do you call your verses ‘snapshots’?,” “How much of you … More The Microscope & Anna “Annina” Lorenzi – First Author Interview
(…) Loudspeakers let out repeating notes, always the same ones, in a loop. A right hook buries deep into the stomach, Poetry hits you in the face with its entire effect. Hot tears create new pathways, slipping slowly on faces. As happens, rarely, maybe never. And just maybe it’s exactly what was needed. In unison … More The Microscope: excerpt #5
In the style of The Microscope… Rewind. Shhh, don’t say anything, don’t express anything, you can’t. Disappear. And yet, I seem to still hear the sound of your voice, the sound of those words, your words still echoing in my mind. They echo, they worm their way in, they insist. A sweet melody or a … More In one go… #8
Waiting for The Microscope… And just like that, now annulled. Oh that your heart become stone and your glance ice. Oh that your soul shut up and your Id disappear. Forever. Like water that flows, let everything simply go. Like an autumn leaf, resign yourself to the wind, alone. Resign yourself to death. Inevitable. And … More In one go… #7
Waiting for The Microscope… It will be, maybe, one day a breath of wind. It will be, maybe, that red leaf of a maple tree already bare that falls slowly to the ground. It will be, maybe, the first fog of an autumn morning that wraps around the nearby horizon. It will be, maybe, the … More In one go… #6
Waiting for The Microscope… You are… A sudden light that fascinates and muddles, that reawakens spirit and common sense, that disturbs them and amazes them. A cloud on the horizon before the storm, a bolt of lightning that blinds, that disappears, and doesn’t stay. Violent thunder before the storm, a strong storm that whistles, freezes, … More In one go… #5
Waiting for The Microscope… Today slip slowly, slip again. On streets, cars, alleys and mansions; on open umbrellas, dripping street lamps, on people’s heads, and on me. Today fall slowly, fall constantly. Wash away the bad, the emptiness, the freeze, the pain; then clear the head, soul and heart, cancel doubt, incomprehension, error. Today steal … More In one go… #4
Wishing a very Merry Christmas to you all… 🙂 (waiting for #TheMicroscope – Some Call It Poetry) An excerpt from the novel Meeting Laura, chapter 4: While it seems that nothing else matters – “Everyone needs a quiet happy place…” Souls celebrating, table set, the kitchen’s warmth, the house full of life and the littlest ones playing. Chatting, food, … More Merry Christmas!
Waiting for The Microscope… Nothingness spreads wide, drying the earth. Slowly colors fade; every leaf falls to the ground. Death. Once that recognized profile is seen, the eye remains ever vigilant. It perceives the presence, the soul, now frozen, still feels Life. (So much so that it almost bothers it.) Why do you ignore me? … More In one go… #2
Waiting for The Microscope… It’s cold. It’s freezing. Inside, outside, around. Deep inside. It’s a storm. And snow that crunches with every step. The way can’t be seen. Lights off and dark. And shadows. Shadows of memories that fill up the brain. They leave the mind breathless, and weigh down the heart. Glass fogged up, … More In one go… #1
Two thin lines dance without stopping dance to the rhythm of two melodies, different, but from the same poem. They dance under the sun, the rain, in a storm, dance afar, barely brushing each other… instants. And yet they dance under the same sky, they always have. They follow their own path, inevitably, curved, angular, … More Two lines
Bright colors, vivid, shining, make your smile a perfect smile, your beauty almost surprising, the undisputed center of attention, you think. They cast a spell over the stage’s spotlights, they fascinate and attract with all their brilliance. It’s almost impossible to resist them, to remain in the shadow, to stay there only to watch. It … More Lights
I walk a few steps away from you, a little behind you. I try to act as if nothing particular is going on, try not to be noticed, but remain focused. I want to be ready in case of need, if you should need help, if you should need something, anything… There’s no way of … More I will be there for you. (Don’t be afraid)
