The Moonlight's Verses - Anna Rita Merico

 MINOTAUR

At the center of livid humor

the humming Minotauro

molded

 

scattered the missing vowels of the incomplete alphabet

 

 

DWELLING 

To reach the inside of risk and dwell in it 

LANGUAGE

Language

fertile Mother whom to return to

I tell you in the archetypal writing

of a word

whose ancestors stare at me

 

EXCESS 

I live

of

sober

excesses

 

SOUTH 

It is not easy to work here

Think here

Although, here, there are good silences

As a photographer needs the right lights

a word needs the right silences

the proper spaces

particular tearings towards the inside

Here the Ancient speaks

Here the Light shows