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Genoa By Night

Genoa by night

Meandering streams of light
Like wisps of smoke
Wrap themselves on the hills
Of the dormant city,
Sliding towards the sea.
Genoa beautiful appears
By night too
Almost as awaiting
For the new day
Silently.

Genova di notte (italian version)

Rivoli di luce tortuosi
Come volute di fumo
Si avvolgono sulle colline
Della città addormentata, 
Scendendo verso il mare.
Genova bella mi appare
Anche di notte
Quasi attendesse
Il nuovo giorno
Silenziosa.

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Jan Allison

Date: 11/7/2014 11:18:00 AM

oh such amazing imagery Mario - this is truly beautiful:-) Hugs jan xx

Mario De Paz
Date: 11/8/2014 5:53:00 AM

Thank you for coming, Jan and for the kind words

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 7/21/2013 8:59:00 AM

Mario, Congratulations on your featured poem of the week. enjoy life with smiles :-) love <3 LINDA

Mario De Paz
Date: 11/8/2014 5:55:00 AM

Thank you, Linda. A long time has elapsed before I could answer, but I was really busy, meanwhile. It is always good to hear from you :-))

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 5/25/2013 2:22:00 AM

Just beautiful and the Italian version even more..So glad i got to read it..bellissima :)

Mario De Paz
Date: 5/25/2013 3:29:00 AM

Charmaine, you are welcome in my city, which is not beautyful as the ones you visited, but still worth to be seen. Where I live with my wife there are good panoramas both during daylight and overnight! I am going to visit you now...

Charmaine Chircop
Date: 5/25/2013 2:24:00 AM

Till now i only visited Roma..Assisi..Toscana..Reggio and la Sicilia..I ll definitely visit Genova in the coming future

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/20/2013 5:58:00 PM

Hello Mario, I'm here to read and look at your poem again. Somehow I am drawn to your poetry and new friendship. I stand still before the imagery in your words. Theirs nothing better Bette than the night entering into the dawn of silence... LINDA