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Huracán de pasión ...

Hurricane

passion that day, suddenly

among those

black stockings and leather straps

I handed them the path to oblivion

unexpected lovers

night plus minutes without touching and olfatearte

as

frightened dog when you relished the neck

between your skin velvety

as my eyes

famed as beast did not remove the

your eyes carnal substance

sweet

soft

because I was hungry and you feel

stroking finger, obscene and desperate

skin designed in a way vibration

in your desire to drink

that wet lips, to quench the thirst

my mouth

confused on that claim scented

your breath in my body

flavors in the wind blowing

between one's senses

pleasure at the vortex of

bodies vibrating at the touch of provocative touch.

Author

© 2010 Antonio Biancolilla

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Opera published in http://antoniobiancolillo.scrivere.info/index.php?poesia=126936&t=Uragano+di+passione under Law No 22 April 1941 633, Chapter IV. Section II, and its modifications. It is prohibited any reproduction, in whole or in part, as well as any use in any form without the permission of the author.

Reproduction in part without permission is punishable by the penalties provided for in art. 171 and 171-b of the Act.

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alive ... "As I look and feel ..." I let myself go

Victoria Coppola, aka Vivi, was born in Torre del Greek near Naples on Oct. 4, but his life took place entirely in that of Genoa.
was then the spirituality of Naples, full of passion and impromptu, to marry creativity and ingenuity by creating an inspired mix of Genoa that has characterized his work.
Vivì approached later poetry, but his life was full of moments of high spiritual poetic intensity that they have consolidated and formed his style. In particular was the star of several personal achievements in poetry competitions that tested his talent and his skill. His poetry is cut
original and extemporaneous, spontaneous rhymes overflowing with delicate lines. You do not expect poetry, but that appeals to you and take you away. It is a sweet read that elevates the soul and produces inner peace.

Knight of old

His book is a collection of personal poems that takes the name of one of his poems published in it. "As I look and feel ..."

Victoria Coppola, en Arte "Vivi" was born in Torre del Greco, near Naples on October 4, 1955, but his life has been developed entirely in the city of Genoa, Italy

Has your spirituality "Neapolitan", full of passion and improvisation, the have been coupled with creativity and genius Genoa, thereby creating a mixture that has inspired and characterized his poetry

lived later comes to poetry, but his life has been full of moments of high intensity spiritual poetic have formed and consolidated his style. In particular, has been featured in several personal success by participating in poetry competitions that have tested their talent and ability.

His poetic style is highly original and improvised cutting, delicate verses overflowing with spontaneous rhymes. His poetry does not expect, but you and I love to hold on first reading. A sweet read that will elevate the soul and produces inner peace.

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Giunone Giove

Acrostic Poem For The Word Prayer

domino effect

M

orfeo calmly steered me towards calmer waters. The night has wiped out (although not totally) the emotional storm of yesterday afternoon. Can a mistake, triggering a vortex of fear so overwhelming? And fear of what may result from it is that will really cause the collapse of certainties, that bit of self-esteem gained so far? Anything is possible if the person referred to is called Enzo. I wonder if and how much I like self-whip, calling me a moron, imagine doomsday scenarios. All for one mistake. My emotions always follow a path all together. You know the domino? There. Given the boost to the first piece and all others will fall hopelessly. I am so. Back then topical theme of the inability to retain (or at least regulate) emotional inside the circle of my poor left hemisphere. Hours and hours of unpaid overtime, exhausting shifts while beyond, on the other hand, the reason often blissfully in panciolle turns thumbs. Then I, I'm not ashamed to externalize my weaknesses with others. I say, almost with pride that I feel, with the resulting risk the usual image of the mature 42-year-old totally devoid of attributes. Today, I received some reassurance but I felt the need to communicate what I take to heart some responsibility. Heard voices and a few jokes here and there I have triggered the suspicion that what I have told in private to those who had, was then spread broadband. It still does not worry about it, maybe even bragging. I do not know what that is nowadays to be sensitive and do not hide their emotions. The stereotype would be a more mature man, at least according to silly beliefs of the masses. But in an environment which is the work you do not choose the people around you. And you must be lucky if those people do not fall into the category of the usual indifferent from the easy cliché. In short, the crux of the matter is then always the same: hurt me. And this does not go well at all. Steps then the commitment, the sense of responsibility, dedication stoic and passes the availability and solidarity. But at one point that "domino" must be stopped. This reason-emotion balance continues to tilt too far from the usual part. I know they are content with frequency and tumbler slavishly, and I know that if I'm here to talk about it, I have not found a straight. It probably will not find, but often enough for me to be here, to slide everything into words, phrases, articles to feel better. But reality is reality, I try again to say: "I have to do something."

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alienates

A light in the darkness

while playing with my

eyes to find you and I rebasarte

shaking hands

to follow the embarrassment of your body.

breathe warm

turns me on as small beads and

kisses your face

innocence transformed lived

enters my senses and my desire

your soft folds

forms are played

my eager lips and let

sighs of your skin have

to my senses.

I stop

robado de aquel contacto Voluntad

antes que se esfume

y me dejo llevar

entre el placer como ola

since fate.

Author

© 2009 Antonio Biancolilla

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Opera published in http://antoniobiancolillo.scrivere.info/index.php?poesia=103304&t=Mi+lascio+ carry under Law No 22 April 1941 633, Chapter IV. Section II, and its modifications. It is prohibited any reproduction, in whole or in part, as well as any use in any form without the permission of the author.

La riproduzione, anche Parziale, è senza l'autorizzazione dell'Autore punitive sanzioni you previste Dagli art. 171 and 171-ter suddetta della legge.