That does say it all. Neapolitan was the language of my maternal side.The most expressive and "natural" of all the southern Italian tngues.I was also raised with Calabrian--a harsh and difficult dialect with litttle of the neapolitansenseof the absurd. Language defines us,Interesting, my Jaynr, how I become 2 different people when I speak each. And the language of poetry also brings us "away from ourselves."

loved

12 years 5 months ago

under the covers of darkness

ensues ecstatic love
no one
neither he nor she ....
has any control over that moment

but the orgasmic burst
sends lightening streaks
that helps a new incision
in some womb

and results in a rendition of some one
who'd be ready any moment
to snatch the empty cradle...

that was perhaps
the gift of blinding
darkness

Geremia

12 years 5 months ago

You continue to astound me.

loved

12 years 5 months ago

thanks you

do honour me still

Frenchf

12 years 5 months ago

My vision

Was of twins with one dead and one alive

Geremia

12 years 5 months ago

He: 1940

He: 1940
I :1942

My parnts wanted 3 chidrem. Robert would have been that 3rd

Frenchf

12 years 5 months ago

sad

hope you all have got over it. I still cry for my mother who went in 1995

Geremia

12 years 5 months ago

To remember is sad; but to

To remember is sad; but to forget is sadder.

thanks,

joe

loved

12 years 5 months ago

now it does give

the effect of twins
since gone down memory lane
mom's love remains the same
for those who came
or didn't

a ticket to paradise
what else
when ??
no vacancy yet
the next next... train
all reservations made...
alas still in vain...
even God doesn't know
who remains.. ..