Michela Zanarellawasborn in Cittadella (PD) in 1980. Since 2007 shelives and works in Rome.Shepublished the followingcollections of poetry: Credo (2006), Risvegli (2008), Vita, infinito, paradisi (2009), Sensualità (2011), Meditazioni al femminile (2012), L'estetica dell'oltre (2013), Le identità del cielo (2013), Tragicamente rosso (2015), Le parole accanto (2017), L’esigenza del silenzio (2018), L’istinto altrove (2019). In Romania the collectionImenselecoincidenţe (2015) waspublished in a bilingualedition. In the UnitedStates, the collectiontranslated in english by LeanneHoppe "Meditations in the Feminine", waspublishedby Bordighera Press (2018). Author of fiction books and texts for the theater, sheisa journalist of Periodico italiano Magazine and Laici.it. Sheisone of the eightcoauthors of Federico Moccia'snovel "La ragazza di Roma Nord" published by SEM.Herpoemshavebeentranslatedinto English, French, Arabic, Spanish, Romanian, Serbian, Greek, Portuguese, Hindi and Japanese. Shewonthe CreativityPrizeat the NajiNaaman's 2016 International Award. Sheis an ambassador for culture and representsItaly in Lebanon for the NajiNaaman Foundation. Sheis speaker of Radio Double Zero. Correspondingmember of the Cosentina Academy, founded in 1511 by Aulo Giano Parrasio. Sheworks with EMUI_ EuroMedUniversity, a European inter-universityplatform, and dealswith international relations. ShewasPresident of the Italian Network for the Euro-MediterraneanDialogue (RIDE-APS), Italian leader of the Anna Lindh Foundation (ALF).HonoraryPresident of the WikiPoesiaPoetic Encyclopedia.
In thesebones
I travel
and I carry with me
thelittlesparks of life.
I unearthheat,
take in breath,
I love.
I want
to stay in thisskin,
I wantit to remain
magic
indestiny.
I wantyou to erupt
out of me
and I want to know
the taste of the sea.
Celestialinfinity
expanses and expanses of light
and the silent voice of time
thatcallsus to be part of life.
Ifeverythingcomes from the backbone of heaven
loveaswellaspain
they are proofthatwe are in the world
togetused to the sun and rain
tolearn to embrace a sunrise
evenbefore the silence of the clouds.
Now the world
haschlorophyllgravestones
andcries with the eyes of koala on fire.
Poorearthwounded by men
andcondemned by the wind
yourlipshave no escape
from the verb of fire
resist the darknessthatpopulates time
getstrength in the sky
thatstillheals the days in the dawn
and light fills the skin of the clouds.
At leastsomeonepaysattention
to the gaze of the dead
asitgoestowards life
silenceis no stranger
thatrests in a cantilever on the shoulders
sometimesitlookslike a handthatgreets from afar
apassagebehind the scenes
theshadow in the sleep of the city
thatis to say - we are the sound
ofyourlanguage, the root
evenwhenyouignoreus on the ground.
Youseek me
inglances of August,
youthrowyour blue
on the edges of mylips.
Youcommit a pulse
ofmuscles and light to eternity,
youbecomeelectricitywheresweat
smells of resin and sea.
You invade my life
with life
and with the retina
you call me love.
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