Eco internazionale -International echo

Ti amo, 

I love you,
Ich liebe dich,
Je t'aime,
Te amo,
я люблю тебя,
σ 'αγαπώ,
Ek is lief vir jou,

in tutto l’universo,
across the universe,
durch das Universum,
à travers l'univers,
a través del universo, по всей вселенной, σε όλο το σύμπαν,
oor die heelal,

per sempre,
forever,
für immer,
toujours,
siempre, навсегда, για πάντα,
vir ewig...

Cristiano Bartolomei

Essence of life

Essence of life,
hidden in a scent of nostalgia,
I've been looking for you in the most beautiful images of my imagination,
You appeared on a branch
and you flew away,
you rocked the leaves suddenly
walking along the tree-lined path,
then I saw you again in a meadow,
playing between the blades of grass,
showing your colours,
like the rays of the Sun.
You are the Love,
gaming with my heart
like a toy in the hands of a child,
I’ll always want you near.
Yet escape me,
hidden from the golden mantle of the night,
swimming between the light of the stars,
you leave me on the lips the word "sadness"
and some thrills on the skin.
Then I close my eyes to find you in my dreams,
I'm afraid of losing you and not find yourself more,
now gets up the day  from his bed of fog and gardens,
you understand me in your endless journey
and I’ll want to understand you.
Was born from nothing this feeling,
give him eternity to continue to follow it
over the line of the bright horizon.

Cristiano Bartolomei

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You wake up among the flowers of Monet

You wake up among the flowers of Monet,
collecting lavender with your smiling eyes,
a colourful caress of soft euphoria
turns your fresh grass face
and endless fields.
You walk away from the night
with your cloak of stars,
accompanies you silence
eager of kisses and love melancholy.
A painted story tells about your life,
a warm lull of imaginative children,
you reborn among the flowers,
 kidnapping the petals with the wind
and dropping them on my skin,
so I abandon myself to the smell of your nostalgia.

Cristiano Bartolomei

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I give you a kiss

I give you a kiss
pure like an indissoluble memory,
many silent strokes
like the sand moving on the beach
when there is wind,
I embrace you as if you were a child,
I gate this time that separates us
like make the waves on the shore,
I close my eyes like you now,
because when your thought sleep
my mind leaves the day
to listen to your sleep.
I wait for you
like grapes in the vineyard,
hidden among the leaves
in September,
if it rains, if it goes down
the Sun,
if it rises at dawn,
motionless and perfect,
united for life
to his land.


Cristiano Bartolomei

http://penso-ate.blogspot.it/2011/12/ti-do-un-bacio.html

I'll write you infinite sentenses

I'll write you infinite sentenses
which will include your being,
endless caresses for your eyes,
tears that you will forget,
tightly in your hands.
No, do not hide your tears,
your  needs leave
and flow like blood
under my skin,
while I listen to
your steps light and insecure,
on a carpet of leaves;
the yellow of the sun,
the red of the sunset,
the blue of the sky,
the blue of the sea,
waves crashing
in the palm of your hands.
From the thin folds of your skin
flower gardens,
Now the lights of a house,
on the edge of a village,
where lull a baby
with the sweet sound of a lullaby,
and you are a weeping mother,
woman smiling, protecting,
now a little girl playing
with her dolls
and coloring the world
with her dreams.
Now you wait for my return,
slowly
on a lonely road,
on a carpet of leaves,
on the edge of a village
which is reflected in your eyes,
and already my face is
in your hands.

Cristiano Bartolomei
http://penso-ate.blogspot.it/2011/12/ti-scrivero-frasi-infinite.html

Reading J. Keats

Divine beauty of Nature and Love,
hovers in the air a thought,
a robin free and proud,
intense light in his eyes deep and sincere
of painted image, a small reflection
of flare between the trees.
Return from the past a caress of poetry,
melts from the heart melancholy,
streets and buildings become lush gardens,
endless paths over the fences.
With the same intensity and harmony of colors,
I associate my soul to that flight,
so beautiful, perhaps, for its brevity,
so much life in the beating of wings,
infinite air for a noble purpose,
a robin free and proud disappeared in the woods,
taking away with him our true love.


Cristiano Bartolomei

http://penso-ate.blogspot.it/2012/01/leggendo-j-keats.html

The words were empty

The words were empty,
Then one night I looked at the sky
and I discovered your eyes,
your skin like moon, the mystery of silence
of distant light, reflected on the world.
I could not find another meaning
for the word "I love you"
the sense was gone,
who knows where;
I looked into the sea,
in the blue of dreams and deep
fears,
away,
where birds migrate 
and there are no human voices.
Then one night, in the dark,
I threw my thoughts of love
in the infinite sky,
and my words became stars
for your eyes.

Cristiano Bartolomei

http://penso-ate.blogspot.it/2011/12/le-parole-erano-vuote-poi-una-notte-ho.html

Like the sunset

Like the sunset,
you fill the sky in my eyes,
and like the sun and sky
you are in my soul,
glowing of your colors,
while another day leaves
the loving words of your kisses.
The air has your scent,
you have given trees and shape to the mountains,
so that I could find
this lonely road,
full of your smiles,
that leads me away,
between pine needles and wood for the winter.
The horizon hides you,
but your heart appears to me,
lives between these leaves that I caress,
clear as the trail of a comet
in the Christmas night.

Cristiano Bartolomei

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Endless love, oil on canvas 60x40, by Cristiano Bartolomei

Endless love, oil on canvas 60x40, by Cristiano Bartolomei

Abstract Iris, acrylic on canvas 18x13 - Cristiano Bartolomei

Abstract Iris, acrylic on canvas 18x13 - Cristiano Bartolomei
Astratto, Iris, acrilico su tela 18x13 - Cristiano Bartolomei