Sudden inspiration. I was on youtube watching random videos and I happened to see a clip of Little Ashes in which Salvador Dalì, brush in hand, is looking at Federico Garcia Lorca writing, there was something in this scene that stroke me, I don’t know what or why but I had to write about it, and even before the clip ended the poem was already in my head. I wrote it first in italian, and then did my best to translate it in english, because I just felt I had to write it in both languages.
I feel him
pacing
back and forth
behind me
staring at me
writing
I feel him
his gaze brushing my skin
tracing patterns of fire
looking at me
looking trough me
for my soul
The pencil ready
in the writhing hand
to catch my essence
I’m glad you liked it! 🙂
Since Hwalk asked, I’ll post the original version in italian too:
Lo sento
dietro di me
osservarmi
mentre scrivo
Lo sento
camminare inquieto
alle mie spalle
Lo sento
la mia pelle brucia
dove l’intensità del suo sguardo
la sfiora
l’ attraversa
in cerca della mia anima
La matita pronta
nella mano fremente
per cogliere la mia essenza