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Mary Was the Poetess

Mary was the poetess who loved handsome Franco, the tall Neapolitan orchestra leader; and in Naples they met: at The Galleria Umberto, under the surveillance of my father... Mary was barely eigtheen, and writing was her only passion; even her big, hazel eyes were as light as the Tyrannean Sea in summer, somehow too melanchonic as a fading moon, which longed more for a friend than a lover! Her first song was recorded in Milan, with a brilliant production of composer Angelo Camis; that song became quite popular in Capo D'Istria, and in all the booth-shaped Italian Peninsula! Ermanna Melli from the city of Forli was the artist with that mellow, sensual and expressive voice! " What's this desire? " a delicate and spontaneous love song, captured a large audience, both young and old... it was a song telling of the emotions of a young heart too naive, falling in love with someone much older that she was, indeed; and it made many people cry, perhaps recalling the time they fell for someone as special and gorgeous as Mary's dream guy! Mary, your song still plays on the airwaves of that radio station and although you no longer sing it in the manner of a famous virtuoso: the visions of your past life become too real as you performed it by surprise; it is the jewel you left on earth for us to remember you by, and it immesely dazzles like every rainbow in the Capri's sky... when an unknown tenor improvises his impassioned aria with an absolute sorrow! Mary was the poetess who dedicted her time writing about love, but never found it in reality; she was my oldest sister inspiring me with her creativity! Mary had the potential of becoming great and shine, but the tides turned abruptly and fate wasn't kind: even today, her fearless voice comes alive through her poetry! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Date: 5/23/2009 12:22:00 AM
What a touching story, Andrew. You honor your sister with this write. I was 18 when I met my husband (37) and he was first my friend. Although he died young, for a time there were many who admired this special man who was the first to inspire my poetry. God bless you for evoking not only your sister's memory, but also my husband's for me, in this moving poem. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 5/22/2009 12:41:00 AM
Excellent tribute Andrew.Poetry is so effective in this form Rgds Brian
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