Fragments of sky - Frammenti di cielo

Falling from the treetops
fragments of sky,
drawing a silent passage
beyond the boundaries of the imagination.
The time is stopped
only for us.
We stroll happy
leaving a flowery green gate,
in the eternity of a Summer afternoon.

Cristiano Bartolomei

Cadono dalle cime degli alberi

frammenti di cielo,
disegnano un silenzioso passaggio
oltre i confini della fantasia.
Il tempo è fermo
soltanto per noi.
Passeggiamo felici
lasciando alle nostre spalle un verde cancello fiorito,
nell'eternità di un pomeriggio d'Estate.

Cristiano Bartolomei

Rose

Sweet rose dressed with the infinite,

your candid tears purify

the soul from the same breath,

full of pain and gray smoke

of  an unconscious sky.

Sweet rose,

your rain is like snow and Spring,

for those who know how to observe it,

falling in the night

in front of a solitaire glass,

on the edge of a forest

that no one knows.

It’s soul

your figure wrapped in the hair,

in a warm and soft blanket

of dreams and poetry.

I love you,

yet I don’t know you,

but I love you,

not for the word itself

stealing time and thoughts

to people who we don’t see;

I love you for a moment

where you stood in my garden,

tender and weeping of dew,

alone in the wind

that tore off  you the leaves.

Forgive these hands

that picked you unaware

from your land,

now forgotten,

and open your lips again

for me,

to breathe from your petals

the life
flowing slowly

in the soft shadow

of your hair.

Cristiano Bartolomei

http://penso-ate.blogspot.it/2011/12/rosa.html  (Italian version)

Mountains

Mountains of kisses and caresses,
smiles and promises,
the immensity has your face,
the infinity your eyes,
from your lips the breath of the wind
blows in the heart all the love I feel.

Cristiano Bartolomei

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

Words like atoms

Broken apart sentences,
words like atoms
recompose our faces,
painted so perfectly,
only as a whole
give a sense to the image
of our lives.

Cristiano Bartolomei

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

You will return.

The word "void" forces you into a corner of solitude,
it can be melancholy, lack, longing ...
it's the unpronounceable word, inconsistent,
of those who leave you to go away.
Empty, however,
the thought of you will never,
like sea, sky, infinite,
you will return.

Cristiano Bartolomei

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

Now you're in the eyes of the Sun

Perhaps you seek certainty
that time is not to be consumed,
that's how it spends the day.
The window would be empty,
white disappointment and dreams
now gone,
you wonder if to survive
or to live another moment
without any thought,
surprise or scare.
It 's already night for a century,
but you don't remember,
you can't remember:
it was the loneliness.
Now you're in the eyes of the Sun,
the windows ajar,
I embrace you again, my love.

Cristiano Bartolomei

Sweet mummy

Dear sweet mummy
you are all mothers in the world,
you dig within me up to the root of the universe,
you are always good and leave the sadness,
mother dear,
you are my purity.
I hold you strong for eternity,
giving my wings to your heart,
so he can fly wherever you want.
The rooster crows for your awakening,
the hill lights up when you smile,
you're beautiful like a flower that blooms perennially,
always smelling like a rose,
you have huge arms for my sadness.
It is not dew that wet your face,
is a thought full of pain,
a face disappeared,
our love.
Now go to sleep and make sweet dreams,
I paint a new house, the trees,
the river of your youth.
You will wake up on colorful rugs,
children festive and freshly baked pastries,
is not the empty silence that makes you flee,
is a tender expected that takes your eyes,
so infinite to hide the clouds and the sky.

Cristiano Bartolomei

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

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