Etna Aetnaea (2025) Ink drawing by Maurizio Puglisi Translator Etna or Aetnaea is a woman In one of the many legends of Etna (or as it was called in ancient times “Aitna”) it is told that Etna was actually the daughter of Uranus and Gea; she kept the giant Enceladus, whom we talked about in the previous story, hidden under her. The tradition that identifies Etna with the feminine sphere is still common. The rich soil of Etna, in fact, is easily associated with the idea of motherhood, abundance and fertility. Furthermore, to the question “...
The acrobat
Oil painting by Maurizio Puglisi (2019)
There is a sea
in silence up here
and network I don't have
But the drum grows in the blue
and I will throw myself
And they hold their breath for me
but I will amaze them
In the circle that later
in the void I will do.
The houses the people the streets
far away there
The mistakes of men here
they no longer count
The threshold of evil that is in us i
or I'll go over
And I'll reach you in the audience.
Love that I have to invent
I like poets and birds
here on earth I do not have balance
But my heart makes me risk
And on this thread attached to the moon
I will live every night
Dying in front of your eyes
and I will deliver myself to your breast
In the flight I know.
Caress your wheat and then
up in the immensity
Whatever promise will be
more real from here
For long seconds until
I forget
What a man up here
can not stay.
Love that I have to invent
I like children and ground acrobats
I have no sense of my own
But my heart makes me risk
And on this trapeze that passes every night
and never returns
And what tenderness hold your hands,
take you into the blue
And don't go down anymore
... Forgive me this lie
bigger than us
but how I wish
bring you up there
don't go down ...
don't go down ...
(lyrics Michele Zarrillo)
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