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frame 08. Parole granted: Sauté

voice and guitar: Martin Fields
piano and organ: Mario Sboarina

trumpet Thierry Tsafack


arrangements: Mario Sboarina

words granted to You who are
( a poem by Martha Fields, a music Mario Sboarina)
dal progetto: Mani e qualcos'altro
( http://maniequalcosaltro.blogspot.com/)

Il brano Dorare di Tu che sei (Martina Campi e Mario Sboarina) è protetto da una licenza 

Creative Commons Attribuzione - Non commerciale - Non opere derivate 3.0 Unported License .

e le parole:

Dorare

I (da: Notturna, per la mattina after )

to share the sofa, watching the sleeping



say gl'interni
the passage of time

all those hours
all that brown *

and halogen lamps of
lounges


Upside to a desire

a bellows or more subtle, a wink,
coaster.

halogen lamps

buzz of living in unison.

II. (All around the room )

things that move and change

, the eye

(which even they say they know)

But as I can, I ignore the movement

O cuddly

collect and what memories:

scattered throughout the room

exactly as I left.

things, which in many ways be touched.

III. ( Air )

Like some dives are deaf

and how many days do not end never

in silence all the silence widens

night rejected

In the rooms we treat

empty glasses on

tables

the lights of the standby.

IV. (My )

in the still image of the church rarefied

over the square and the oleanders in bloom

disorders and silences in dense s'accoltellano of eyes, and red

Neboli still thin

caresses flushed deficiencies

noisy at night fasting quarries

V. ( Antiques )

embroidery soft recline antiques and fine furniture

night

hide wear and harmful cavity

other voices and faces more or less known to gather in circles of embarrassment and raw ,

lightness decomposed clumsy comedy and lobbies generic then taken from memory much more polite of us to refraction

the floor tiles are dull and rough, no light without brightness and awkward descent, to climb

out with the old cars are waiting in the sun of the unknown ways, and undissolved deserted

*

These two verses I came from gam

The Sauté poetry of Martina Fields is protected by a license

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