Defend your Idea

DEFEND YOUR IDEACONSIDER WHETHER THE
RIGHT,

DEFEND YOUR IDEA

YOU KNOW WHO ’AND THAT ENOUGH.

FURY OF A FALL

IF YOU KNOW to get up,

DEFEND YOUR IDEA

AND WHAT YOU HAVE LOST

KNOW win you back.

PEOPLE DO NOT
KNOWS

MOST
AT LEAST

AND THAT ’HOW THOSE snakes

Spitting POISON.

YOU SAY to surrender

TO LET ALL lose

MOST DO NOT KNOW ’WHERE hang

YOU HAVE DESTROYED.

GO AHEAD AND WALK

DO NOT treat yourself THEM

TO EVERYONE THAT IMMEZZO

THERE ’ABOUT YOU JUST LEAVE.

BUT WHO ALSO UNDERSTAND

AND THAT ’JOINT THAT TIME,

MAKES ’THAT YOUR WINGS

THE WIND IN hatch.

AND ’YOU ABOUT YOUR HELP

MAKES YOU COME TO GALL

ON TOP OF A MOUNTAIN

MORE FROM THE ’REMOTE.

AND ’YOU ABOUT YOUR APPRECIATION

THAT IT HAS BONDED

WHEN EVERY HEAVINESS

YOU HAVE ALREADY ’CRUSHED.

DEFEND YOUR IDEA

CONSIDER WHETHER THE
rIGHT,

AND THAT ’TRUE FRIENDSHIP

And ’ONLY AND THAT ENOUGH.

THE recognize

AN ACT, A GESTURE, A FACE

THAT INCLUDES YOU ALWAYS

THAT ALWAYS GIVES YOU LISTENING.

Marco Vasselli

2006

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Distant and alone

There are so ..
distant and alone,
and the hours are
that huge ball of air.
We seek the same, as true friends ..
we here ‘and just far
just as we did
on the roads of yesterday ..

Marco Vasselli

  March 2006

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Leaves in the wind

My thoughts fall

like autumn leaves,

and if the wind takes them away …

Where I do not know ‘and I do not know knowledge,

but every day that comes

is ‘a moment of love …

Marco Vasselli

 March 2006

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Dammi le tue mani ancora–Give me your hands again

Dammi le mani ancora

sai di mare

e le tue noie ed i tuoi giorni assurdi

ne farò luce e coriandoli

e festa ovunque passi

e dietro i passi tuoi

al passo di un ramingo tango altrove

disegneremo incanto e canto te

che della vita mia hai fatto fiaba

e la racconterò con mille strofe

come che mille fossero colori

per colorarti l’anima distratta.

Marco Vasselli – 2011 – Per Ðιکtratta

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Give me your hands again

know the sea

and your troubles and your days absurd
I

will light and happyness

and holiday walk everywhere

and behind your steps

the step of a wanderer tango elsewhere

will design and hand you spell

that you made ​​my life story

and tell a thousand verses

as they were a thousand colors

to stain the soul distracted.

Marco Vasselli – 2011 – For Ðι ک tratta
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I Just want go far

 

 

I just want to go,

far from the impression of being
wrong.I just go with the taste of rain fall on the
face

and the Sun of those summers as a
child.

 

I want to just go away

where poetry led me.

Sometimes just the impression of being in places
to meet people.

I just want to go

for this low esteem I have for me

for my being crude and direct, for all things
unsaid and not made, almost to offer them is a flaw.

 

I just want to go

from this evil Soul deentro

where I ricaccio or mi resprouts God.

I just want to go

where I do not know and do not know know

where we understand sooner or later

I and this world that I have never
understood.

 

© Marco Vasselli – 2011 – All Rights Reserved

Gillian

Gillian :

kiss by the wind
became red with embarrassment
only the sound of his voice
calls
the other side of Europe,
the other side of the heart.

And England, not far
pen between the heart and laughter of a friend.

And when I think it’s over
check me smile poet
and her dancer
that gave my life to art that
like a butterfly on the cover of
rests on a flower and remains among the eyelashes .

Sit down here now my friend
rests and is as if time is nothing and nothing is everything
between beauty and ugliness that we smile
when can you have
for us this art such as water that is drunk
for the sake of beauty
but also to say things that do not go

We love and passion for art
and thanks for being a flower with a zillion colors planted in my heart

Poetry Marco Vasselli
Photo Gillian Grant
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Gillian :

bacio dal vento

rosso divento dall’imbarazzo

soltanto al suono della sua voce

telefonate

dall’altra parte d’Europa,

dall’altra parte del cuore.

E l’Inghilterra poco distante

tra cuore penna e risa d’un’amica.

E quando credo sia finita

spunta il sorriso di me poeta

e lei la ballerina

che diede vita all’arte quella mia

come farfalla su d’una copertina

posa su un fiore e resta tra le ciglia.

Siediti qui adesso amica mia

riposa e resta come se il tempo è nulla e nulla è tutto

che noi tra bello e brutto sorridiamo

quando si può si deve

per noi quest’arte come acqua che si beve

per il gusto del bello

ma pure per dir le cose che non vanno

per noi è passione e amore l’arte

e grazie per essere un fiore con un zilione di colori piantato nel mio cuore

Poesia Marco Vasselli

Fotografia Gillian Grant

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Poche le persone che ho conosciuto dal web che hanno fatto di me una persona migliore. Questa ragazza è un’artista affermata in Inghilterra, ma per me è Gilly, la persona semplice che quando le cose non vanno ha sempre un pensiero gentile.

Grazie a lei il mio libro di poesie ha una copertina meravigliosa, come la persona meravigliosa che è lei. Grazie GillianMobile sorella di MarcoMobile

The party

If my heart and your heart
when we meet stay united
we can organize a party
where everyone, envited,
take him friendship
togheter your, toghether mine.

Gully i went to make a party,
where all my friend could meet you
so that i can say
stay here in my life my friend
dopn’t go away again.

We can call Ance, Kharon and Hulya
and i can take at the party
Tony, Fabrizio, and Alessandro, and Marty
i could present to you
Carmen, Lauretta and Crystal,
but also Vally, Massimo, Dada, Distratta,
Christina, Pangie, and Ana,and Cinzia, and Manu

Everybody, dancing
could remember to you
that for a friend i could make chilometers,
and fly in the sky, swim in the ocean, or take only a bus,
but everybody stay inside my heart,
and you, like eveveribody, and now much more
when need an help, could to say to me
to make a party only also for only a smile,
you close the eyes, i send all the invitation
and in a moment
we stay toghether there.

Beautiful friend
with the heart like an a big home
we could be again the pixie and the gnome
and is not important if in Reykjavic or Rome
we dance again until the legs go on
and in a bit, togheter the other friends
we say again and for a time again
that real friendship never have an end.

Marco Vasselli – 2009 – © All rights reserved

For

Gudrun Lilja Jònasdòttir

my friend with a noble heart

Dance, Kharon, dance !!

Dance, Kharon, dance …

dance on my hearth

on my friendship,

on my black days,

on my hopes.

Take me away every day

in a world of  big,sweet bubles,

when you and me,

two stupids artists

can see that everything is perfect

with the eyes of the soul

Marco  Vasselli  –  To Kharon  Gillian Rossi Grant    ©  All Rights Reserved