" Test mathematical existence of the clouds "by Francesco Doniselli
(LietoColle - Necklace Erato)
may be true that the wheel
revolves around what is not there then just what
to be here failed
while the rest is stunned runs after fierce
it approaches and limps
never arrive.
Francis Doniselli
Clouds: clouds s'involgono sfanno and "clouds" that is not always there "and the 'uncertain similarity of expectation."
The verses of "mathematical proof of the existence of clouds "look like paintings of Magritte.
Doniselli Francesco writes in simple words and cadences that cross the places of everyday life, they collect simple objects, like a leaf, a bag, snowflakes, to launch into another dimension. And in this universal dimension
become a symbol of awareness of the ephemeral, non-durable.
Verses crossing the everyday life that resists "God forbid I miss my own small contribution to the night." The picture shows the depth of the wall, the crack that "resists every day."
trees and hawks like stars in the night to express their fears of silence in ambush. " And the need of a moment of relief, that would be enough, "a hole, closed with a plug." The irony and lightness balanced on nothing. The child playing apprehensive that the ark must save his plastic animals, and close to the deep fear of the father "I was expecting suddenly capsized with no way out."
And the "mathematical proof of the existence of clouds, intense, playful irony on the question of the existence tragic and wonderful universe. To fill that space forever with a definite answer, universal, sadly missed.
Singing the beauty and simplicity the nature and the inevitable dawn. But even there, perhaps, to which cling arche rescue. A song to the little child who may be able to use the words of the father through the dark to check whether they really "play to no avail." An ark, a hope, a resistor. As the sweetness of the "sweetest kiss of May" in Helena.
"mathematical proof of the existence of the clouds" (introduction by Salvatore Countess) is the first work of Francesco Doniselli. Born in 1961, graduated in philosophy, worked in Milan in the administrative field. A lover of poetry, philosophy and literature, law and collect hundreds of books and starts to wonder where to put them. But his first treasure is his wife Elena and his son David to whom he dedicates this first collection of poems.
a job to which she devoted a lot of passion and firm commitment: the path of a soul reflexive and ironic that, certainly worth reading.
Monica Mazzoleni
