CLAUDIA PICCINO

CLAUDIA PICCINO

The Invisible Hope

Crunches on the rails the horizon

And me nomad, on the street without any stops,

I'm hailing to never silent clouds

To grasp the invisible hope.

A strange racing

turned against

Yet I insist!

That  lost thread

Of my tangled bundle

Has lost the principle,

I keep a flap

Trapped in my back,

Twisted with doubt...

And I wait

that an expert hand distrives

The knots of the unnamed,

Destroying the "factory defect"

in order that it picks up the beauty

Of the imperfect plot.

L’invisibile speranza

Scricchiola sulle rotaie l’orizzonte

e io, nomade in viaggio senza soste,

m’inerpico a nuvole mai dome

per afferrare l’invisibile speranza.

Rocambolesca corsa

mi si ritorse contro,

eppure insisto!

Quel filo perduto

del mio ingarbugliato gomitolo

ha smarrito il principio,

ne serbo un lembo

intrappolato nella mia matassa,

attorcigliato al dubbio…

e attendo

che mano esperta sciolga

i nodi del non detto,

districando il non visto “difetto di fabbrica”

perché ne colga la bellezza

della trama imperfetta.

On Hold

I did not care about cowslips

Distracted by the poppy,

I stuck to the red of its petals

Without looking away.

I didn't move

Towards the violets,

Yet I had picked the perfume.

I stay here...

I'll wait for that sunflower

Which will always turn

In my direction

As I was

The only light of the day.

In attesa

Non badai alle primule.

distolta dal papavero,

m’inchiodai al rosso dei suoi petali

senza staccarne lo sguardo.

Non mossi i passi

verso le viole,

eppure ne avevo colto il profumo.

Resto qui…

Aspetterò quel girasole

che si volterà sempre

nella mia direzione

come s’io fossi

l’unica luce del giorno.

Though Fear Has More Arguments, You Choose Hope

Seneca

Your goal

(dedicated to Giorgio Pagano, forced into a wheelchair)

Has a melodious voice

The sparrow without a wing,

Strength enough

The moose without a stage,

Agility for three

An athlete like you.

Necessity points the genius

so says an old adage

And I bore it

In front of the strenght of weak men,

fragiles under the weight of the cross

Randomly distributed

From genetic alterations

Or the blind fate

Which tomorrow could

Kiss me.

Your goal is the mine

Therefore it is twice its value

And you... the ultimate

Of a fake fate

You are full of mastery

Of this impervious roadway

with bumps ornated

in this ripid ascent which is your life.

Ditches and hollows,

Confused roundabouts,

Spiral staircases

And steep descent...

will wait for you.

Yet it is not in you

The obstacle to the goal

but in the conjunctive of the indifferent

And in the litany of the maybe and of if he could,

Found this... the wheels of a chair

will be your wings

And no path will be so steep

To prevent you from living really

“Anche se il timore ha più argomenti, tu scegli la speranza”

Seneca

Il tuo traguardo

(dedicata a Giorgio Pagano, costretto su una sedia a rotelle)

Ha voce melodiosa

il passero senz’ala,

forza a sufficienza

l’alce senza un palco,

agilità per tre

un atleta come te.

Necessità aguzza l’ingegno

recita un vecchio adagio

ed io m’inchino

davanti alla forza dei fragili,

minuti sotto il peso della croce

disseminata a caso

da alterazioni genetiche

o dalla cieca sorte

che domani potrebbe

baciar me.

Il tuo traguardo è il mio

pertanto vale il doppio

e tu… ultimogenito

di un infausto fato

hai piena padronanza

di quest’impervia carreggiata

di dossi condita,

in quest’irta salita ch’è la tua vita.

Ti attenderanno certo

fossati e avvallamenti,

confuse rotatorie,

scale a chiocciola

e ripide discese...

eppure non è in te

l’ostacolo alla meta

ma nel congiuntivo degli indifferenti

e nelle litanie dei forse e i se potesse,

appurato ciò… le ruote di una sedia

saranno le tue ali

e nessun sentiero sarà così scosceso

da impedirti di vivere davvero.

Magic In The Astonishment

Between heaven and earth,

I pour coffees in a hospital hall

As if they were rosaries.

I review each page in the memory scanner.

I rescind all the lives of a lifetime

And I wait for a verdict which let me breathe.

In the darkness of this agony

Where I implore ultraterrene presences,

A small, unknown flame surprises me.

My soul, a sunflower of a body,

Never satellite of other bodies,

It draws strength from the glittering that it spreads.

And I waits for Christmas lights

Faces close and distant intermittently

In the dark thoughness of these slow hours.

Suspended as a child on the night of Eve

I enjoy better expectations

To be discarded

Because you are always oasis in the desert,

Magic in the astonishment.

Magia nello stupore

Tra cielo e terra,

sgrano caffè in una hall dell'ospedale

come fossero perle del rosario.

Rivedo ogni pagina nello scanner della memoria.

Rimpiango tutti i forse di una vita

e attendo un verdetto che mi dia respiro.

Nel buio fitto di questa agonia

ove imploro presenze ultraterrene,

una piccola ignota fiammella mi sorprende.

La mia anima, girasole di un corpo,

mai satellite di altri corpi,

trae forza dai bagliori ch'emana.

E attende come lucine di Natale

volti vicini e lontani a intermittenza

nel buio denso di queste ore lente.

Sospesa come bimba nella notte di vigilia

pregusta attese migliori

da scartare

perché tu sia  sempre oasi nel deserto,

magia nello stupore. .

I Am Theseus

I want to live the time of

Not heart

Rope for climbing thought.

Gagged every emotion

I try to unleash the ethics

And to give back bread for flakes

To my illusions.

I come to terms with the Minotaur

To coexist in his labyrinth.

I'm not in a hurry to find Arianna again.

I'm Theseus

And my cunning sleeps

Together with the heart.

A necessity goes back

From the deep  throats of my ego

to stay, to mirror myself in the Beast,

to recognize the angle of perfidy

In which he hosted me

And then abandon it

In the implicit balloon pattern

Which block my free walking.

Sono Teseo

Voglio abitare il tempo del

non cuore

fune per l'arrampicata del pensiero.

Imbavagliata ogni emozione

provo a dissotterrare l'etica

e a rendere pan per focaccia

alle illusioni.

Scendo a patti col Minotauro

per coabitare nel suo labirinto.

Non ho fretta di ritrovare Arianna.

Sono Teseo

e dorme la mia astuzia

assieme al cuore.

Una necessità risale

dalle gole sperdute del mio ego

restare, specchiarmi nella Bestia,

riconoscere l'angolo di perfidia

in cui mi ospitò

e poi abbandonarla

nel reticolo delle zavorre implicite

che ostruiscono il mio andare.

CLAUDIA PICCINO

CLAUDIA PICCINNO was born in the south of Italy in1970, but she moved very young in the north of Italy where she currently lives and where she teaches in a primary school,  she is scholastic referent land for education at reading. Operating in more than eighty anthologies, even abroad (India, Malesia, Singapore, Turkey, China) she’s a former member of the jury in many national and international literary prizes. She has published. “La sfinge e il pierrot”, Aletti Editore, 2011. “Potando l’euforbia” in Transiti Diversi, Rupe Mutevole Edizioni, 2012. “Il soffitto, cortometraggi d’altrove”, La Lettera Scarlatta Edizioni, 2013. Ragnatele Cremisi”- La Lettera Scarlatta Edizioni, settembre 2015. “Ipotetico approdo”  versione bilingue italiano- inglese Mediagraph edizioni, ottobre 2017. With english version also “Il soffitto, cortometraggi d’altrove” La Lettera Scarlatta Edizioni maggio 2014- in serbian language “Tabahnha” ed.Majdah luglio 2014. In turkish & english language Tavan Baska Yerlerdeki Kisa Filmier,Artshop, Istanbul 2016. In Serbian language  “Grimizna Paucina” Alma editore, Belgrado, ottobre 2017. In french language  Pourpre toile d’araignée” Edilivre, Paris 2018 . In turkish & English language Karaya Cikma Hayali, Artshop, Istanbul 2018. She is author foreground with effect in June 2015 in the World Group Pentasi B, and In Oup archives international since May 2016, she works to promote poetry based on respect and appreciation of differences, she fights to prevent gender predjudices. She has received awards in major national and international competitions of poetry, including an honorable mention in the Paris 1st Word Literary Prize and a 3rd prize in Lugano, Switzerland, 3rd prize in Albania; She has been the first italian poetess to be awarded with The Stelae of Rosetta, World Literary Prize in Istanbul on November 2016. .She was conferred Pentasi awards in Ghana,and in India. Since February 2018 she was conferred honour aknowledgement as editorial member of Indian cultural centre Sahitya Anand ISSN2320-5075/UGC APPROVAL NO.64372 RNI REGISTRATION Mahmul2014/49894. She was conferred with the most prestigious award “World icon for peace” for Wip in Ondo city, Nigeria, on April 2017.” She was special guest for Europe at FemininIstanbul festival in October 2017. She was special guest at Belgrado Book Fair and at Matica,29 october 2017 . She was special guest for Italy in Istanbul Unesco Poetry Festival,20-23 march 2018.  Her poem "In Blue" is played on a majolica stele posted on the seafront in Santa Caterina di Nardo (Le). On June 2016, she was art director in an art & poetry international exhibition called June in Italy.She is italian editor for the international literary magazine Rosetta World Literatura in Turkey and for  Atunis Magazine in Albania. She usually writes for Oup archives, Setu literature magazineঁ She has also written numerous  critical essays or prefaces about other poets’ books. She has translated from English into italian language lots of authors. She lately got a gold medal for poetry at Lunigiana Center of Study about Dante Alighieri. She cooperates with her verses to some art catalogues.Her poems have been translated into Arabic, Spanish, Turkish, Serbian, French, Chinese, Hindi,Greek, Polish languages.