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Caricamento in corso…
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all poets are my lovers [males /females], they are not to be meagre seeds, but rather some spring sprouts
clamouring their vines to reach an endless end; i have a need to hear not only his tickling ink voices, but also to
chew the “unreal”, the intractable… i need to be dragged to utterance than into analysis; i need to be bolted dazed
into a paralytic plane… when i meet a person, i catch his eyes… read what it says, dissect its movements, imprison
its thoughts, dig deeper into its structural despot_thereby, my imagination starts to paint sculpt draw a discursive
portrait! _Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
Maria Teresa Manta Aradeo (Lecce) Italy, a writer and
poet, literary criticism, journalistic collaboration, and
radio… subjects with regards to current affairs and
culture.
Ins.in pension, she has been writing for over, 5 years on
poetry and folktales… published on many anthologies and
anthological collections, in national and international
magazines, and in many libraries that have requested for
it. She does literary criticism, collaborate with some
newspapers, and conducts my radio station “Moon Radio
Live”—gets invited in many Sky and Earth TV and radio
stations.
From 2011 to today published:
OVER THE DIGA OF THE SCLEROSIS OF SENTIMENTI SOPITI, FOR YOUR LUNA,
FISSE STARS IN SKY (Poesia and L’Espresso SpA) – THE TIME OF SILENCE Poetry (Ed.
Albatros) – RACCONTS and / or MYSTERY short and not only tales, ed. Book Sprint).
Managing Director of: Hawaii – State of Washington – Oregon – California – Nevada – Utah –
Arizona – Tennessee – Texas – Florida – General Manager – Vice President of the United
States – City of Orlando – Madacascar – India – North Africa – France – Woord Union of
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Balcans – World Poet’s Union – Mont Blanc and the peaks of Italy – Denmark – Woord Union
of poets “Peace …
– Golden Star at UMP (World Union of poet of poetry poetry, Silvano Bortolazzi (Founder
President and International President of the “Poetry School” – SCHOOL OF POETRY –
UMP World Union of Poets – Nobel for Literature).
To know more:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Maria-Teresa-Manta/109541015836529
https://www.linkedin.com/in/maria-teresa-manta-scrittore-83126252/?ppe=1
https://ricmmblog.wordpress.com/
MORTO IN MISSIONE “DI PACE”
Quando mi sveglierò
voglio che sia il sole
a riscaldarmi ancora.
Voglio prati fioriti e profumi
e canti di uccelli felici
e voci di bimbi e gioia
e non più pianti .
Quando mi sveglierò
ti voglio accanto.
Ti lasciai troppo presto,
in silenzio
e ti voglio felice .
Quando mi sveglierò
voglio il tuo respiro
sul mio volto rigato
dal pianto
e il tuo petto sul mio
e gli occhi tuoi voglio,
dentro i miei.
Quando mi sveglierò
voglio ritrovarti al
mio fianco,
tutto m’ han tolto
uccidendomi,
TUTTO M’HAN TOLTO
in quel mare di sangue
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sull’asfalto di sabbia rovente
dove son caduto,
dove son morto
invocando il tuo nome.
Copyright 2016 Maria Teresa Manta (Gruppo Editoriale L’Espresso S.p.A.)
[DEAD IN MISSION “PEACE”
When will I wake up
I want to make the sun
to warm again.
I want to flower meadows and perfumes
and happy birds singing
and voices of children and joy
and no more tears.
When will I wake up
I want next.
I left too early,
in silence
and I want you happy.
When will I wake up
I want your breath
on my face streaked
from weeping
and your chest on my
and I want your eyes,
into mine.
WhenI wake up
I want to find yourself
my side,
all m ‘they have taken away
killing me,
It sent me ALL REMOVED
in that sea of blood
on the asphalt of hot sand
where I have fallen,
where I am dead
in your name.
Copyright 2016 Maria Teresa Manta (Gruppo Editoriale L’Espresso S.p.A.)]
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“Dead IN MISSION “Peace”
When i shall be awakened
i want the sun
to warm again
perfumed flowering meadows
birds singing joy
children’s voices in joy,
no more tears Maria Teresa #1
i wake up
easterly wind
come dancing with joy
long tresses adorned with flowers
the sun rays lending
lively beats of joy
children singing
jumping incessantly
all but laughters
#1 Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
When i shall be awakened
you will be next to me
our distance
that was silenced
I wish you happiness Maria Teresa #2
i wake up
your arms around me
i will never let you go
the mists that has
gone too soon
is back
never never shall
we part again.
#2 Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
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