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  • Where passions sway

    Where passions sway

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    Marco Crescenzi

    In the hushed folds of twilight’s embraceWithin, a chill, the heart abides.Retrace the steps, back to your core,Return to originsemotions untoldWhere sentiments and passions pour.The genesis of a soul, manifold.Seeking radiance in depths profound,A flame to thaw, in roots unwound.A beacon’s glow, a tender grace,To salvage life in love’s embrace.The…

  • III

    III

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    Marco Crescenzi

    MediterraneanAncient Sea,From how many shores have I admired you!With how many eyes have I loved you!Today, you are an infinityof frightened intimacy,a black seaof pleading arms and eyes.At every landing,you promise us a new journey,a paradise of white beaches,another happy islandvanished from the nautical charts,a humanity healedfor us, children of…

  • III

    III

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    Marco Crescenzi

    Mediterraneo Antico MareDa quante coste ti ho ammirato!Con quanti occhi ti ho amato! Oggi sei un infinito di intimitĂ  impaurita,un mare nerodi braccia ed occhi supplicanti.Ad ogni approdoci prometti un viaggio nuovo, un paradiso di spiagge bianche,un’altra isola felicescomparsa dalle carte nautiche,un’umanitĂ  guaritaper noi figli di patrie sfortunate.Crescenzi, Marco. Il sentiero…

  • Clarastrasse 10

    Clarastrasse 10

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    Marco Crescenzi

    Unaware of the storyI cross the glass door Of a quiet Saturday afternoon, When you take my hands And guide me to the library of Babel.In the hexagonal roomA Horezu plate restsOn a Persian carpet,A Venetian maskWatches over the bookshelf.We gather around the table,And time stands still,As the brewery’s hum…

  • Sperlonga

    Sperlonga

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    Marco Crescenzi

    When things went really bad, Giancarlo would return to Sperlonga for a few days.It was his way of reconnecting with his inner self. His spirit, both romantic and melancholic, came alive in contact with those places that evoked what he loved to call “strong reminiscences.” He always followed the same…

  • Sperlonga

    Sperlonga

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    Marco Crescenzi

    Quando le cose andavano veramente male, Giancarlo ritornava a Sperlonga per qualche giorno.Era il suo modo per riconnettersi con la propria intimitĂ . Il suo spirito, romantico e malinconico, si rianimava a contatto con quei luoghi che gli suscitavano quelle che lui amava definire “rimembranze forti”. Faceva sempre lo stesso percorso…

  • Crepe di bellezza

    Crepe di bellezza

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    Marco Crescenzi

    Dimentica la tua offerta perfetta C’è una crepa, una crepa in ogni cosa È cosĂŹ che la luce entra. “Anthem”, Leonard Cohen, The Future Mi ci è voluto del tempo per comprendere davvero il significato della vulnerabilità e riconoscerne l’importanza.Il celebre intervento TEDx di BrenĂŠ Brown del 2010, “The Power of Vulnerability” — uno…

  • Cracks of beauty

    Cracks of beauty

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    Marco Crescenzi

    Forget your perfect offeringThere is a crack, a crack in everythingThat’s how the light gets in“Anthem” by Leonard Cohen, The Future It took me some time to truly grasp the concept of vulnerability and recognize its importance. BrenĂŠ Brown’s 2010 TEDx talk, “The Power of Vulnerability,” one of the most…

  • IX

    IX

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    Marco Crescenzi

    Quando sei venutanella valigia portavile lacrime di tuo padre e l’abbraccio di tua madredolci speranze,sogni innocenti;tramonti d’estatee piogge d’autunno.L’inverno ti ha sorpresa,guardavi confusa il cielomentre navi immenseabbandonavano il portodel tuo cuore.“Di notte ho scoperto uomini e donneda soli sognare,inseguire una ragioneper poter ricominciare.”Ed ora la tua anima cerca le carezze…

  • IX

    IX

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    Marco Crescenzi

    When you arrivedin your suitcase you carriedyour father’s tearsand your mother’s embrace.Sweet hopes,innocent dreams;summer sunsetsand autumn rains.Winter surprised you,you gazed confused at the skywhile immense shipsabandoned the portof your heart.”At night I discoveredmen and womendream alone,chasing a reasonto start over.”And now your soulseeks the caresses of the windawaits the end…