[Literature -10]
I do next to beat a slight movement of the earth FF
There in the verses of this collection of Fernanda Ferraresso the pulse of the vivid corporeality. The verse that breathes (Breath Silence. Breath.) With the same rhythm of the body, the word a bottle pregnant agreements, lights and seeds that sprout and expand around it, leaving essences, nectars and aromas in the air "My body is a planet of cliffs / and hit the bird in me would like to draw a knot of flights" (p.82).
The language is internal, visceral sensuality infused with a slight, from which the reader is swept away in a proceeding that is "meeting" or "union", search beyond the threshold the unspeakable.
'm lying here .... dumb .... to listen .... and naked. (P.85)
It 's the charm of the writing and visionary dream, which in its very elusiveness takes a look at the next light and sacred.
The lyrical I is at the heart of the collection, in constant tension to the other. A body (a self) that is completed and rises when crossing the junction and confusion (even when the other is the absence or lack, also in the metabolism of mourning)
When you kiss me
rovesciami in love
night with a bowl of milk (p.19)
* To listen to me I have in a naked silence
myself and flat land before thee "(p.85)
is frequent use of the highly successful metaphors, similes, analogies, vocabulary tests that expand and extend the line, relieving the whirlwind of research, as well as evocative references (many) uterine, umbilical, recognized as "the rings of a spine / vertebra candid and sound / that I finally stand up" (p.28).
A book to be read rather than listen, to trust and which to leave to control, because the links that weave "Tramanto", "perimeter" "Migration", watermarks are recognizable, sharing and belonging.
Fernanda Ferraresso, Migration are not the ways of birds, the salt bridge 2009
Web Reference: http: / / fernirosso.wordpress.com /
The language is internal, visceral sensuality infused with a slight, from which the reader is swept away in a proceeding that is "meeting" or "union", search beyond the threshold the unspeakable.
'm lying here .... dumb .... to listen .... and naked. (P.85)
It 's the charm of the writing and visionary dream, which in its very elusiveness takes a look at the next light and sacred.
The lyrical I is at the heart of the collection, in constant tension to the other. A body (a self) that is completed and rises when crossing the junction and confusion (even when the other is the absence or lack, also in the metabolism of mourning)
When you kiss me
rovesciami in love
night with a bowl of milk (p.19)
* To listen to me I have in a naked silence
myself and flat land before thee "(p.85)
is frequent use of the highly successful metaphors, similes, analogies, vocabulary tests that expand and extend the line, relieving the whirlwind of research, as well as evocative references (many) uterine, umbilical, recognized as "the rings of a spine / vertebra candid and sound / that I finally stand up" (p.28).
A book to be read rather than listen, to trust and which to leave to control, because the links that weave "Tramanto", "perimeter" "Migration", watermarks are recognizable, sharing and belonging.
Fernanda Ferraresso, Migration are not the ways of birds, the salt bridge 2009
Web Reference: http: / / fernirosso.wordpress.com /
by Maria Pina Ciancio
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