Francesco Vitellini : Writing

The four doors

The four doors

A Poem by Francesco Vitellini


How can a mind escape from pain?
Wyrd

Wyrd

A Poem by Francesco Vitellini


«Wyrd bið ful aræd»(The Wanderer, VI sec.)In freezing ice-caves,plunged into spirals of eternal mists,they don’t consider,..
testing positive

testing positive

A Poem by Francesco Vitellini


thrice I split electron in love with Heisenberg’s law testing positive three shots for me zero for them inhibitors barely scratch h..
The Wayfarer

The Wayfarer

A Poem by Francesco Vitellini


I stare from a hill, home’s far away, so far from there I’ve never been, I found no place where I can stay, on lonely moves my feet are..
Of life and death

Of life and death

A Poem by Francesco Vitellini


Once I had a life, a quiet simple one, but then, alas, came love and everything started fading. As first my precious friends, all of them it ki..
When all is quiet

When all is quiet

A Poem by Francesco Vitellini


Slow and tiny grains of nightfollow each other in the hourglass,beating the hours of darknessas a chain of eternal moments.Nothing remembers of daylig..
Growing grey

Growing grey

A Poem by Francesco Vitellini


Every gift I make is a new scar,that’s what I’m able to give,regardless of near, regardless of far,regardless of where you live.My mind go..
Et in arcadia ego

Et in arcadia ego

A Poem by Francesco Vitellini


Find the moment when sound diesand silence begins,there's your fulcrum.Mind opens on visions of worldseternal echo resonates in the air.there's no her..
memento

memento

A Poem by Francesco Vitellini


Against oblivion Ionly raisea fragile shield of paper,gently caressing eternitywith delicate signs of my quill.
Mutatio mundi

Mutatio mundi

A Poem by Francesco Vitellini


No more blue skies nor golden sun the fields, once green, they fade away. Withering reflects the void in the dourest flowerbed. The Lady of..

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