Best Valle Poems
Atacama, Eden of winds,
flower of abandoned rocks and of sapleter,
homestead of flamingoes and geysers,
and above all ,
below an azure sky,
mountains are carrying on their tops
ice of the past.
Old villages tell us their stories,
Toconce, Toconao, Chiu-Chiu,
carry in their canons
life,
water from deep below
let flowers and vegetables grow.
Chiu-Chiu, oasis of the desert,
a green spot,
surrounded by fragments of history
with the colour of orange, red and brown,
embedded in fragile foam of salt and hope,
the history of the Atacama.
Still alive in their churches.
Fragments of an ancient culture
reflecting on the surface of Río Loa.
Like ants – far away,
dispersed in vibrant light
some Vicuñas are looking
for tranquility and forage.
The geysers of El Tatio
send their hot water into the cold and pure air.
How pacient the Atacama is with us,
slaves of modern times
with the desire for paradise
with the dual face of history and hope.
Salar de Atacama, show me your
cracked and wounded face,
your wrinkles of solitude.
Far in the distance the chain of volcanoes,
with towering Lincancabur,
and its shouldered knapsack of crystals and ice,
holding its splendour towards the sky
with the colours of lapis lazuli and light agate.
Toconao, the ruins of Quitor greet you,
dormant since ages
they narrate the history of the Inca,
of their last refuge and their last battle with
Pedro de Valdivia,
who came with his men
to break the bravery of Inca soldiers
with thunder and destruction.
The waterfalls of the hot spings of Puritama
shoot their water into the air with the colours of rainbows,
drawing delicate faces of life
on dry sand and charming stones.
The wind from the mountains carries songs,
flute music, ancient tunes,
stories of salt, gypsum and clay
to the Valle de la Luna,
to let it remain calm and unchanged
with its eyes filled with dust and stones
in the eternal canto of earth.
Atacama, heart of the North,
plant of wind
in the song of history,
you make the day sound
and rock to sleep the nights,
lonely between the arms of the mountains
and the Altiplano.
Am Fuße der Berge
Versteckt sich ein enges Tal
Im Schatten der Gipfel
Annemonenblüten im frischen Gras
Erste zarte Boten des Frühlings
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At the foot of the mountains
Hides a narrow valley
In the shadow of the summits
Flowers of anemones on fresh tender grass
The first messengers of spring
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A los pies de las montañas
Se esconde un estrecho valle
En la sombra de los picos
Flores de anémonas en la fresca hierba
Primeros mensajeros de la primavera
I am the leftovers of yesterday,
Today's joy and sorrow
And maybe the source of inspiration
For unknown writers of tomorrow...
Uncertain of my own destination,
Only you and the Lord
May have a clear answer
For this puzzle of my life...
Yesterday: a poet, lover and dancer,
Today: old, tired and facing a strife
And tomorrow: singing to the world
Through somebody else, perhaps,
But still sending my message of love,
Always humble like the one above...
I am the color of a rainbow's end,
Camouflaged by light,
Blending into blue sparkling patterns,
Made sandy bright,
Leaving a trace of footprints, then,
I am gone with the tide...
Romeo Della Valle
Du Einsame,
in den Bergen getrotzt,
versteckt in den Wolken
getragen vom Geist des Inka,
hochgepriesen,
wie von Geisterhand
überragst du das
zerklüftete Tal des Urubamba.
Stein auf Stein,
gebaut mit großem Geschick,
geboren durch die Kraft
der Inkas.
Zufluchtstätte
der letzten Überlebenden,
verborgen vor den Augen
der Eindringlinge
aus dem so entfernten Spanien,
die Feuer und Tod brachten,
dich aber nie sahen.
Umhüllst dich noch heute
mit nebelgesponnenen Rätseln
wie neugeboren
aus tristem Gestein.
Deine Seele,
lebendig,
strahlt Erhabenes
und über deinen Mauern,
jetzt nur noch Heimstatt
der Götter,
zieht wie einst
der Kondor
seine vibrierenden Kreise.
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You lonesome,
withstanding
in mountains,
hidden in clouds,
carried by the spirit of Incas,
highly praised,
as from ghostly hands
are you extending beyond
the rugged valley of the Urubamba.
Stone by stone,
built with spectacular craftmansship,
born by the power
of man.
Retreat
of the last survivors,
hidden from the eyes
of the intruders
from far away Spain,
who carried fire and death,
but never saw you.
You cover even today
in foggy-spun mystery
like newly born
from solitude stone.
Your spirit,
living,
radiates nobility
and above your murals
now only home of the Gods,
a condor is drawing as once
his vibrating circles.
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Sitio solitario,
resistiendo en las montañas
escondido en las nubes
protegido por el espíritu del Inca,
egregio elogiado
como de una mano de fantasma
tu te levantas
sobre el valle hendido del Urubamba.
Piedra por piedra,
construido con gran destreza,
nacido por la fuerza
de los Incas.
Refugio
de últimos sobrevivientes,
escondido antes de los ojos
de invasores
del tan distante España,
que traeron fuego y muerte,
pero nunca te veían.
Te envuelves todavía
con enigmas hiladas por nieblas
como recién nacido
de rocas tristes.
Tu alma viva
brilla altura
y sobre tus murallas,
todavía sitio
de dioses,
gira como antiguamente
el condor
sus circulos vibrantes.
A small murmur of tone
Holding on to the sound
With slight hesitation
That it may be too loud...
No business of yours
Who I am
Or why I am here
Risking all for a cause
That won't let me alone...
I began as something unnamed
They called me this
And watched to see
Where I would go,
Why should It alter my ego?
Maybe the plan isn't there
Maybe finding something
Means leaving something behind
But I can't be other
Than the whispering...
Unheard of-unfulfilled
Except for those
Who listened carefully
And understood, in part
What was meant to be
May never be,
But there was, at least, a start...
Romeo Della Valle
New York City
Flüstern von den Bergen
Früher Frühling verzaubert das Tal
Eine blühende Serenade
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Whisper from the mountains
Early spring enchanting the valley
A floral serenade
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Cuchicheo de las montañas
Temprano primavera hechiza el valle
Una floreciente serenata
Dr Fatmir Terziu
An early form of prayer
spiritual strength,
a condition. Patches of land
underneath tasselled feet
become rhyming music;
thought, conscience, art;
in happiness, perdition, pain.
When they touch up there
hands, feet, bodies, minds
become one.
Albanian Valle, Ancient Valle!
This beautiful form of art
A bust on the tip of the forehead
ready to awaken the
timelessness at all times!
Note: Albanian Folk Dance
Under the umbrella
Of a starry night
When the bright Moon above
Was happily smiling,
You and I became one
Rolling all over our nest
Turned into a paradise!
A night of ecstasy:
My barren lips
Anxiously tasting the magic
Of your ardent kisses
While my hungry fingers
Passionately explored
Your soft and shaking body
With desire and passion!
Oh, what a night!
Time passed rapidly
And the Earth stood still
Just like our exhausted bodies
Laying down as one.
The Moon and stars were gone
And we found the night to be
Too short to continue
This excited journey!
A new day arrived,
A real golden Sunshine
But we could hardly wait
For another beautiful night
To start again where we left off
In a reservoir of lust and love!
Romeo Della Valle
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New York City
Howl of fierce storm in despair solitude
Hark against fear, joy aggrieve attitude,
Worst for hope that strikes deep wound left unkind
Was a treacherous path, roots branched unbind.
Pain surest agony, death air sung end
Passion of glory in mind thath not send.
Strike with sword, capturing unseen shadows.
Shots! Untamed anger amidst still meadows.
Fast as lightning flash, struck on poor unloved
Fist and grind twined, regrets fury beloved.
Accord ignored to punish soul in hell,
Alone wept warrior, quest raged, bade farewell.
Alas, gone is moment! Memory lost:
Blood glowed willow Valle', lament inflict host.
The bird that flew so fast
It could not see the path
And was carried off in flight
Leaving the wind far behind...
so far above the course
It traveled with such haste
That fear stopped the flapping
And it came crashing down...
Romeo Della Valle- New York City
An angel from heaven narrowly escaped,
And now is peacefully resting in my nest...
She has long and thin streaming hairs,
And her passionate love with me, she shares...
With big rounded eyes without any marks,
Beautifully, like diamonds, they spark...
With a body as soft as a baby's skin,
Which makes me think of a classical violin...
Possessed by a unique scent like a flower,
She stands, elegantly tall, like a tower...
Bewitched by her tender voice caressing my ears,
I feel loved and vanished are all my fears...
Describing my real emotions in simple words,
I suspect that really worried is the Lord,
Since I am with the angel from heaven missing,
And definitely, I find her company so pleasing...
Forgive me my dear Lord!
But I don't want to let her go!
Since she is the only inspiration
Behind all my poems...!
Romeo Della Valle
New York City
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"Peace be with you, " I hear in hushed voices.
"Aunque pase por el valle de sombra de muerte,"
I shall never walk alone.
Hand-in-hand with my faith, I step o'er lands
of this world near and afar.
In awe, I watch as He gathers the seven seas into jars.
I envision all creation through eternity.
"No temere mal alguno," I breathe in life.
His comfort carries me.
Voices in whispers chant, "peace is yours".
"Aunque pase por el valle de sombra de muerte, "
I shall lift my eyes to the sky.
The sun lights my path, we are all
of this world one and the same.
In awe, I watch Him gather stars and call each one by name.
I envision the light of Heaven forever with me.
"No temere mal alguno," I live in peace.
His love is all I need.
*Aunque pase por el valle de sombra de muerte - Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
*No temere mal alguno - I will fear no evil
Forgive me, I thought somebody cared,
I thought it was you
Or I would surely never dared
Reveal myself through
Who made you guardian of my days,
Master of each step?
The spirit will retaliates,
Becoming suppressed.
I thought it was you,
Wearing an angelical smile
And with sparkling eyes
Bewitching me with its magic.
As time slowly passed.
The truth was clearly revealed
When I saw the fake lover
Hiding behind the mask.
I thought it was you,
The one permanently fixed
In my heart and mind
And also in my dreams.
Disappointed now I am
But with faith and hope
I will eventually survive
And see a brighter light.
One sunny day
While the butterflies dance
And the birds happily sing,
I shall find you my angel,
The woman of my dream
Romeo Della Valle
Our love was destined to fail,
I tried to save it without avail,
For between us, you built a fence,
Leaving me weak without any
defense...
You turned my heart into a fortress
Inhabited by a soul sad and
hopeless
But time has done the healing,
Making me self-confident with new
feelings...
In the Mighty One above,
I found fortitude, peace and love...
I got the courage to bury my past
And forgetting a love I failed to
cast...
Clearly, you became a loser and
sinner
While I became stronger and a
winner...
Now, I stand on a solid ground,
Hoping for a real love to be found...
Romeo Della Valle-NYC
Love is too precious to let it slip away
Or to hold the future back one second!
I love you and I am so dizzy from spinning
With madness, thinking how it could end
When we had such a great beginning!
Oh please, don't inquire of a childish reason
To expalain a matter so remote
When in the paradoxes of life's genorosity,
Love is to itself an antidote,
A vision of perfect luminosity!...
My heart has made a commitment,
It did not consider my senses
And so inside, I am struggling to set it free
From the damp chambers where dwell defenses,
Well protected first but now suffocate me!...
My sentiments have made no reservation
And are not bound to stay or leave,
However, my choice remains in the anticipation
Of meeting the right one that I hope is you!...
Passions are not easil7y discouraged
Though they breathe with different hopes,
Like swinging on a pendulum
Or crying out in frustration
When beauty is seeing through a microscope
And it seems to be transitory,
Fleeting in migration!...
It is existence itself
That strives this way
To reach beyond all limitations,
Discovering that the value of being
p*ss not the conclusion of effort
But in challenging a false foundation
So that our hearts and minds
Can peacefully co-exist
In a reservoir of love between us,
Once and for all!!...
Romeo Della Valle-NYC