Prayer

Smile at your first star of the Summer night,

your song of love spreads between thin melancholy

and dreams, prayers unreachable

deep in your universe.

The secret of Nature is in your hands,

takes you away with the wind in your fingers

to the sky,

soft is the return to your lonely road,

paths of firs lead to your being,

kneeling awakens your heart

between the ancient images of Paradise.

Lord, forgive me if I did not believe in you,

forgive my desires of simple serenity

and well-being,

I just want the life for people I love,

so that the eternity of this sea

exeeds my  last breath of hope.

Cristiano Bartolomei

http://penso-ate.blogspot.it/2011/12/preghiera.html

She was beautiful and sad

She was beautiful and sad,
loving liberty
and did not know the abandonment.
The rain fell
in the wind of loneliness,
while she was walking on the shore
of a dream.
She washed face herself
drawing water,
as for drinking,
Slowly her Moon disappeared.
She was wind and sadness,
I saw her sitting on the shore
of my dream,
I stood next to her,
smiling she stroked me
with the sea of her thoughts.

Cristiano Bartolomei

http://penso-ate.blogspot.it/2011/12/era-bella-e-triste.html

The Princess

Gardens of Trauttmansdorff Castel, oil on canvas  40x50
Cristiano Bartolomei 2012

Little Princess,
walking in the gardens of Paradise,
you are like fruit on the branches,
red and white, flourished among the leaves,
suspended on the lawns,
motionless in the sky like a star.
Your thin skin nourishes the earth,
reborning with the sun,
bud of wind,
fresh dew in the shadow
that bathes the cheeks of children joyful,
dancing in the gardens,
playful in the bushes.
Your light movements
has the sound of Spring,
the bell echoes from the school,
forget folders color the grass,
while you just disappeared with the wind
along the path of petals and terraces.

Cristiano Bartolomei

http://penso-ate.blogspot.it/2011/12/la-principessa.html

Like shells

Tropical landscape, oil on canvas 50x40 - 2012 byCristiano Bartolomei

Sitting on a huge lawn

I weave garlands for your hair,

your smile has a soul like butterfly wings

and guide my hands.

The colors around light breath

creating the clouds and the sky,

thousand sunsets on the universe,

on the mirror of the lake two swans on the horizon.

The waves sing with caress of wind,

emerges now the sea between the blades of grass,

your eyelids like shells

offer silence  to a sleeping beach.

Cristiano Bartolomei

http://penso-ate.blogspot.it/2011/12/come-conchiglie.html

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