Sharpening
the Cross and Crescent Moon
Two brothers were waiting,
Impatiently the moon,
With their shoulders leaned against a tree,
That seemed to broaden its arms,
To shape a cross with its branches,
The tree started strip of green,
Laying bare an omen,
Right there where once,
Was driven a wooden pole,
With another pole crossed on top,
As a foul crown,
The moon arrived,
But only half,
And the younger brother,
Caught it like a scimitar,
Pointing at the other,
Who meanwhile uprooted,
The tree, seized it,
Like a sword,
The blood of that night,
Became mulch,
That still is nourishing,
What everybody calls,
The Holy Land,
“I’m
Angelica and I Walk with Wind”
"There
is something provocative and mysterious in Alessandro Russo's writing.
Something that does not come immediately, at a first reading, but that can be
grasped by reading his poems several times, pulling out the words, one by one,
letting yourself be penetrated by the verse. There are women and their lives:
Eva, Ramona, Angelica, Lola, Maria, Aradia, to whom the author dedicates words
of love, with the chords of joy and pain. There are the escapes, the torments
and the hairpin bends, the lost perspectives, but also the smiles of body and
soul, the winds of wonder, and the reflected voices of people and thoughts near
and far. There is the sea, which sometimes saves, sometimes hurts, with its
waves to which fate is entrusted..."
(From
the Preface by Maria Zanolli)
LINK:
Biography
Alessandro
Russo was born in Castellammare di Stabia (Naples - Italy).
He
is the author of several books of poetry and has been awarded many national and
international poetry awards.
Prepared by Publicist and Promter Angela Kosta
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