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  November 2016
volume 13 number 2
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Gabriella Garofalo
November 2016
   

 

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    Born in Italy some decades ago, Gabriella Garofalo fell in love with the English language at six, started writing poems (in Italian) at six and is the author of Lo sguardo di Orfeo, L’inverno di vetro, Di altre stelle polari, and Blue branches.

   

 

Hey Rapture

Hey rapture, 
Is the master of silence still lost? 
Why then those jerks keep babbling 
That sea is something of its kind? 
And why you keep nagging death? 
She’s busy, high time to learn the dirty job, soul - 
Before you even existed desert was: 
No men, no trees, only desert land 
When you came to join the posse - 
Don’t you realise soul and lovers 
Are but rebel teens? 
You say you’ll pay us, sure, 
Pay with blue and desert words - 
Look, just for once, just for a change, 
Stop that darned blue 
Stay silent and pay - 
Begetter, your quest for flowers 
Can’t be an even match, 
They are barehanded.

copyright 2016 Gabriella Garofalo