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The sound of trains my home (E. Bellini) The noise of the trains is a book of love poems in fact arrivals, meetings and departures. Stations, tracks, palms against the glass doors that open and close between passersby hurried and distracted. And in all this, the passenger who "reveals" the recognition, "words that then become meat / eyes, hair, hands."
Here are some verses from the collection of Eleonora Bellini "The noise of the trains" (section passes a mosaic) published types Book Editor (2007) with the final note of Ariodante Mariani.
4. Rosa
Here are some verses from the collection of Eleonora Bellini "The noise of the trains" (section passes a mosaic) published types Book Editor (2007) with the final note of Ariodante Mariani.
4. Rosa
The palm of the hand against the glass of the window
-c 'was a man from the sidewalk that
strongly pressed that hand-
revealed in the pink lines
plots pitches of a lifetime.
interweaving the other hand said,
another open palm against the glass
and tangible and it was cold detachment.
........................................ When the train
move, the start seemed
ad exile.
(p.12)
-c 'was a man from the sidewalk that
strongly pressed that hand-
revealed in the pink lines
plots pitches of a lifetime.
interweaving the other hand said,
another open palm against the glass
and tangible and it was cold detachment.
........................................ When the train
move, the start seemed
ad exile.
(p.12)
5. Gold
The meeting place is noon,
and when the sun burns us
has not thought, when the station
counts his journeys, the cradle of its crowds.
A stronger beat gives the signal:
brake the train, the doors and down
who was awaited. It reveals
the passenger takes the shape
notes, the more you want.
fade in the air and then the words are meat,
eyes, hair and hands. This opens the
hortus conclusus recognition.
(p.13)
12. Grey
The third train was a departure
faster and almost imperceptible.
just had time to see
stop, open the mouth, swallowing
guests that I already winked
mocking the tail lamp. Against
my stop on the track unreasonable, and against
my childhood nostalgia nascent
broke the wrath of a homeless man who took off the pitch:
every instance is starting,
ogni istante ti appressa
la morte –mi gridò. Con un gesto
osceno
squarciò il velo che mi copriva gli occhi:
già mi si allontanava su quel treno
un prezioso frammento di futuro
(p.20)
The third train was a departure
faster and almost imperceptible.
just had time to see
stop, open the mouth, swallowing
guests that I already winked
mocking the tail lamp. Against
my stop on the track unreasonable, and against
my childhood nostalgia nascent
broke the wrath of a homeless man who took off the pitch:
every instance is starting,
ogni istante ti appressa
la morte –mi gridò. Con un gesto
osceno
squarciò il velo che mi copriva gli occhi:
già mi si allontanava su quel treno
un prezioso frammento di futuro
(p.20)
Eleonora Bellini è nata a Belgirate sulla sponda piemontese del Lago Maggiore, poco dopo la metà del secolo scorso. Laureata in filosofia all'Università degli Studi di Milano, ha insegnato per alcuni anni nelle scuole medie ed è attualmente direttrice della Biblioteca Pubblica della Fondazione "Achille Marazza" di Borgomanero (NO). Ha pubblicato saggi, narrativa per bambini e adulti, poesia. Per un approfondimento http://utenti.lycos.it/eleonorabellini/
by Maria Pina Ciancio
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