#Italian poem

[februarypatriarch]

"Parlami,

quando il cuore

ti si gonfia di pena.

Lasciami sperare

che io potrei consolarti."

- Gabrielle D'Annunzio

He is literally me!

[literary-lesbianism]

Tu ha’ ‘l viso più dolce che la sapa,

e passanto vi par sù la lumaca,

tanto ben lustra, e più bel c’una rapa ;

e’ denti bianchi come pastinaca,

in modo tal che invaghiresti ‘l papa ;

e gli occhi del color dell’utriaca ;

e’ cape’ bianchi e biondi più che porri :

ond’io morrò, se tu non mi soccorri.

La tua bellezza par molto più bella

che uomo che dipinto in chiesa sia:

la bocca tua mi par una scarsella

di fagiuo’ piena, sì com’è la mia ;

le ciglia paion tinte alla padella

e torte più c’un arco di Sorìa ;

le gote ha’ rosse e bianche, quando stacci,

come fra cacio fresco e’ rosolacci.

Quand’io ti veggo, in su ciascuna poppa

mi paion duo cocomer in un sacco,

ond’io m’accendo tutto come stoppa,

bench’io sia dalla zappa rotto e stracco.

Pensa : s’avessi ancor la bella coppa,

ti seguirrei fra l’altre me’ c’un bracco :

di che s’i massi [?] aver fussi possibile,

io fare’ oggi qui cose incredibile.

You have a face sweeter than boiled grape juice—

it looks as if a snail had walked across it,

it shines so much—and prettier than a turnip;

and teeth as white as parsnips,

so much so that you could entice the Pope;

and eyes the color of a medicinal brew;

and hair whiter and blonder than a leek;

so that I’ll die, if you give me no relief.

Your beauty seems much more beautiful to me

than any man that’s painted in the church;

your mouth, it seems to me, is like a sack

filled up with beans, just like my own is;

your eyebrows seem tinted from the frying pan,

and curved more sharply than a Syrian bow;

your cheeks, when you sift flour, get red and white

like poppies in fresh cheese.

When I look down upon each of your breasts,

they look like two watermelons in a bag,

so that I’m set on fire just like tow

even though I’m worn and broken by the hoe.

Just think: if I still had the cup of beauty,

I’d follow you through the other girls like a hound;

so too, if getting blocks of stone were possible,

I would make incredible things here today.

— Michelangelo

[i-am-marii]

anche se non lo vogliamo ammettere il tempo scorre

ripara, aggiusta

cancella, sopprime.

e così le ferite si riparano

e i ricordi svaniscono

e per ogni giorno che passa noi sentiamo sempre meno dolore, ma senza lasciare mai che questo si estingua del tutto.

[stabrowski]

Dove sei? Come stai?

Sei ancora qua? Sei gia via?

Che nostalgia che mi lasci.

A volte vorrei davvero che mi abbandonassi e basta, senza rimanere col piede in mezzo alla porta.

Chiudimi fuori.

Farebbe davvero meno male. Vorrei vomitare. Tutto.

Divertiti ancora, o come dico io:

divertiti sempre,

senza di me.

[annoyingdreamlanddestiny]

Too many thoughts for one brain, too many anxieties for one heart.

@annoyingdreamlanddestiny

[pangur-and-grim]

I'm the opposite of a free-verse person. I love finding formats so complex that their instructions look like summoning circles. it is FUN!! I am PLAYING!!

[untuffonelpassato]

[thefugitivesaint]

Alberto Martini (1876-1954), ''Il Castello del sogno, poema tragico'' by Enrico Annibale Butti, 1919 Source

[constanzarte]

Charles Ernest Butler, Siegfried und Brunnhilde

[tiny-brunettegirl]

Cercasi fidanzato con cui fare cose carine e romantiche di giorno e porno di notte.

🤍.

[anglerflsh]

Pianto Antico / Ancient Lament

[metamorphesque]

and the sound of silence wrapped me up in a cold embrace.

Chiarelli Lidia, "Ophelia"

[stabrowski]

Fuck.

Sometimes I really just want to be listened. I really just want to see someone showing me love, which is also why I feel so happy anytime it happens.

But why do I have to struggle with this. Why do I have to feel like this. Why do I have to experience one-way-love, where I stopped myself to doing thigs that were part of me, in order not to feel so dumb, by loving someone whose way of showing affection is merely physical.

I know there are infinite ways, I know that. And I also embrace that, but how do you surpass that feeling of doing TOO MUCH for the other person? And yes, I also know that it is just not love than. But I really perceive like I am not getting enough attention, interest toward me, my day or my passions. I thought that trying (I really can’t, I just pretend to) to stop to have interest in the same things about them could work.

I thought it would work.

It’s really hitting hard lately though. When I wasn’t invited to that dinner, nor from your roommates nor you, or when you asked me a question today. Pretty lame of you not to even let me finish to answer, but I’m pretty sure you weren’t even listening.

And what do I do if not even talking about it fixes anything?

I loose a piece of me everyday .

[datemidelveleno]

Ho una guerra in testa che non trova pace.

[annoyingdreamlanddestiny]

insta

[belteppismo]

Jannik Sinner x “La vita breve dei coriandoli” by Michele Bravi