Brief review of "FLOWERS AND LIGHTNING" by Cristina Giovanna Bove of Giordani
I had wanted this book of poems by Cristina Bove. I had wanted because I knew it was an act of justice. Poetry to and from the poet. I met her on the blue pages of the site "poet" and when I read his commentary on the works of various authors "... thanks for not choosing the silence" I was immediately captured. This meant a willingness to listen, to share. The soul that had to be sensitive and rich humanity of the true poet. And in fact I was not wrong. His poems as you enter the soul a ray of light in the darkness, you hear the magic spring as the source freed from the turf, like the flower that is born on the rock.
she perceives a culture, but understand that he does not want to show off but a gift to communicate, share, share in the mystery that is humanity.
And so the beautiful "poet to whom?" No arrogance and haughtiness in the world of poetry, but only humility. How can we not love her!
"EACH", "Each / s to the burning of her crying / because / the heart breaks / your pain ... .."
Cristina's poems are tinged with heartfelt attempts to answer questions that evoke the word where you can feel the breath of hope and salvation, and that the word "love." And here is "THE ROCK" great, grand ... ".. prayed to his god / because he had been / infinite expansion / eternity / and God / made him / love."
We know that a bunch of flowers there are some who instinctively prefer, and then I choose "I LOVE THE VOICES ...." I love the gentle and persuasive voice / that can drive / but is not intrusive / which expresses the sense of the divine / human ... do not forget that. "And then
"The man who went '" "The man who went / away / the silence / of petrified sphinx / a try his god ... "
A music of words that fascinates and captures the reader. So is the poetry of Christina Bove.
"FLOWERS AND LIGHTNING. Sure. Among the latter there may be "God." Here, I read that up there because I find myself in agreement with what the poet says. Questions like lightning illuminating the sky and disappear, with human responses that do not convince us .... ".. I just hell / of this our life / in which we are forced to invent / Judgement / tell and / havens unnecessary / will not hate you or God. "
The collection is heterogeneous, flowers rich in meaning of words and music, as lightning flashes, hunches, condemnation of the injustice and lies "new Pharaoh" .. "You smile passed off / ship / carrying death / sell havens / blinded to the innocent / and killed / twisted by flattery."
... For those who love poetry, read Cristina Bove, will be a feast for the heart and mind. I can only strongly recommend ...!
Giovanna Giordani
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