E 'poetry, pure, intimate poetry of our physical and spiritual relationship with the world mourned with eternity, decayed concept. Introspection but not singing full existence. Who is asking what is the flow that combines the individual essays would say that each poem in the collection, is a creation in itself, that should be enjoyed and admired for itself, but all compositions are living the life of the author and receive the inspiration and color. And pessimism. This immediately evokes in us the image of the sickly Leopardi. But the pessimism of Bove is the modern feel that is generated by a more mature understanding of reality has its headway in the feeling of death as an event absolute, final and being invested here, it permeates every event, corrupting experiences and sadly with loved ones that appear fleeting phenomena.
Atheism and materialism weave the verses, including the nostalgia creeps in sometimes the god father, however, betrayed his paternal function desired in vain: And what heart / abused rejected / suppressed / can yet to listen / to a god who assists / you sleep / breathe your breath / and begged / you do not embrace that? ..
Despite its fleeting nature, and despite the bitterness, love of life in the poet is not subject to scratches, even from the time, which inexorably flows in the one direction: I lost so many feathers / and face the sun at the cost of dying.
The reflection on the transience of each event, with its birth, development and end, which then resolves into a faded memory, always brings us back to the way our life is bound to end. And from this flows a reflection persistent pain, expressed modulations produced by strings crystal the best definition of this song, clear as crystal, which does not illuminate stories, calendar events, but that spreads a soft light and warm up all facets of the soul. There is only one collection of poems in strong invective, and is consistent: it is true that we specific numbers / codes of monads / ... glimmers quantum / loaded with assumptions / ... words with blanks / to shoot in the silence ... serving rant, but what is fundamental, just missing the target, the demiurge, against which to hurl invectives with some satisfaction: to ask us who we are / Who are we? "/ orphans of the Unknown / unrelated to Heaven / where the fixity launch missiles. Sing poetry Thrown in case whose title is already symptomatic. events chiaroscuro / suits us / the half-tone / Gray victory / Platonic average. He had already written in Chiaroscuro, dell'inconcludibile poem in which the mystery is decrypted by the geometric purity in the center comes / demand that spherical transformed into refined poetic image: The answer is an asymptote.
And so the poet abandons the investigation of the molecular core, the breaks in its micro particle air / configured / only in appearance / diverse / by trillions and trillions of molecules in ' Waiting in the event that will bring back anything she had come. This continuous perceive themselves as temporary lover of his own being makes you bend your words like ferns, making use of a lexical extraordinary skill, selected as the leaves, selecting the most delicate and docile built with this material suggestive pictures of his most intimate feelings. Listen to it when, almost with shame, offers us images of our residences, that temporary and the ultimate eternal The difference / is the size / Home expands around us / the tomb contracts over the ruins. Where in the "remains" murmured the other hand there is the overriding image of our tragic outcome.
A poem then the original expression of an original feel, however, that the reader finds the core of himself and the ford of their existence.
not want to say goodbye / anyone / not to say things / last / there is a greeting of syllables / spoken with living / and this is enough.
A poem by our love because it contains molecules put into good order, to show what we are, quietly, without lighting and thundering because it gives rise to the belief that at least the love and poetry can to make slight the wait.
Louis Panzardi
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