DIARIO Roma 1950

Adulto? Mai - mai, come l’esistenza
che non matura - resta sempre acerba
di splendido giorno in splendido giorno -
io non posso che restare fedele
alla stupenda monotonia del mistero.
Ecco perché, nella felicità,
non mi sono mai abbandonato - ecco
perché nell’ansia delle mie colpe
non ho mai provato un rimorso vero.
Pari, sempre pari con l’inespresso,
all’origine di quello che io sono.

(P.P.Pasolini)

DIARY ROMA 1950

Adult? Never - never, like the existence
that never ripen - being always green,
wonderful day by wonderful day -
I can only be loyal
to the wonderful monotony of the mystery.
So it is why, in the happiness,
i never let myself go - so it is
why in the anxiety of my sins
I have never felt a real regret.
Equal, always equal with the unspoken,
to the origin of what i am.

(P.P.Pasolini)

ローマ　日記1950

おとなだって？　いや、とんでもない、
熟すことのない存在として、 いつまでも
青いままで、
日々のきらめきからきらめきへ　ー
ぼくが信じているのは、ただ、
ひとすじにつづくうっとりする神秘だけ。
ね、だからぼくは、幸福に
身をまかせたことはない、だから、
たとえ罪の悩みのなかでも、
ほんとうに悔いにとらわれたこともない。
ぼくがぼくである、その根源の

表しえぬものと、ひたすら見合ったままで。
(ピエル•パオロ•パゾリーニ）

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Tags: English, Italian, Japanese, Poetry, Reading by nobuhirosasaki
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words: me
soundtrack: I’ll read you a story by Colleen

“Mi prese per mano e disse, andiamo al mare. Andiamo al mare, risposi.
Sedemmo in silenzio sulla sabbia, occhi al mare, e il mare, nella notte senza vento, non smetteva di raccontarci le sue onde.
Silenzio dopo silenzio, le stelle ad una ad una si accesero e la brezza dal mare iniziò ad accarezzare i capelli con notizie di pescherecci e fari lontani e, silenzio dopo silenzio, finalmente i nostri pensieri smisero di tintinnare. E i nostri pensieri smisero di tintinnare.”

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“He took my hand and said, let’s go to the sea. Let’s go to the sea, I said.
We sat in silence on the sand, eyes to the sea, and the sea, in the windless night, didn’t stop to tell its waves.
Silence after silence, stars lit up one by one and the breeze from the sea started to caress our hair with news from fishing boats and far away lighthouses and, silence after silence, finally our thoughts stopped to tinkle. And finally our thoughts stopped to tinkle.”

anybody dares to read the english one?

PS. maybe i shouldnt use this song but i wrote this piece just on that. it’s not for lucrative aims, it’s ‘deteriored’ [i speak on it] and it’s just a piece, less than’ 50% of the whole song. obviously if i have to, i’ll take it off, just ask.

Tags: English, Italian, Reading, Writing by myminimallook
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Reality check is a sort of ‘poem’ i wrote not long ago; sometimes i need to make an inventory of what’s around me to keep myself anchored to the reality, my mind tends to fly away too easily and not to focus on what i can see.

i like the sound of it, more in the english version than in the italian one, actually.  i hope someone will want to make a reading out if it, both in english or in italian. Aguaplano made already an italian reading, i hope he will want to post it here and there’s no rule for to have just one reading for each language… multiple readings are allowed
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Tags: English, Italian, Poetry, Writing by myminimallook
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