This visual poem is the pain of what dwells in between the letters, a reminder that everything in life has a beginning and also an end. The stages of grief, the colour and the lack of it, the touch and the cold absence of caress, the sadness and the gratitude for what once existed. A poem is that beautiful portrait we contemplate with a timid teardrop in the eye.
POEMA
The day you slipped away I felt a sharp sword tearing me apart
I knew you’d thought of me
An invisible string tied the two of us in that terrific moment
And I sobbed in your arms
In bits,
Impotent, quiet, petrified
You were no longer in this realm
Somehow I knew it
The deepest pain spoke to my heart
I heard you from across the ocean
In a sorrowful language,
Fluent
Your whimsical touch fading into the roots of " saudade"
Which is more than longing
Which hurts more than "I miss you"
All this emptiness that you left behind
In my face
In my heart
In my broken mind
My so sad self
Sadness prolonging
The red roses in your garden will never smile again
The comb you left behind still had your black, straight, beautiful hair
Beautiful Cabocla hair
The last hug you promised to give me
It is now just a whisper in the wind
Stardust that I see in my pupils when I stare at the mirror
But how I wished, Nanna
How I wanted you to be there.
Vini Neri
VINI'S ART SHELF 