superhuman "The flight superhuman" is the title of the poem that had
a report on competition in 2005-2006.
Its author is Julie Varon, a pupil of Lazzaro di Dolo.
FLIGHT superhuman
In fact, I think: I
,
....... 'm not a poet.
Eloquent, my attitudes are introspective.
of him, I'm just the bud. A shoot
evergreen,
in his instincts, senses the futility of growth
very selfish, as lonely.
I,
....... as many men.
I,
....... not teaches the bright reflection of the sheet;
....... not abandon the arbitrary narcissist.
I,
....... to the letter, and no turning back,
....... next to an equation which is not my limit;
....... that, indeed, it is my one around.
....... Also invaluable is the limit perpetual ...
....... Always unique is the human imagination A world ...
I,
....... and my insistence on this idea.
Imagination,
....... portentous, impalpable and streamlined,
....... superb in the heart of the word, becomes a wind of frustration.
Imagination,
....... work generated by the person in Heaven,
....... and propagated by the sincerity and sensibility of man.
....... Wild is his race, and his sparkling,
....... to new nuances,
....... beyond corners that lead to new fevers.
The word,
....... hunts imagination, careful and rational.
....... In that race, however, it drowns in his own gutter.
E s'accascia,
....... while his feelings, its nuances,
....... eyelids, relatively dormant,
....... eyelashes as a simpleton.
Imagination,
....... which set numerical density ...
....... It attempts to escape the verbal distinction.
and provide a reason, I feel inclined:
The word
....... rationality or black white.
....... efforts to put in place the synthesis
....... of that in continuous instability.
....... effort proved to be vain,
....... because of the different perceptive human inclinations.
Imagination?
....... Blizzard and harmonic impression.
....... Celestial dragon in flight, uncontrollable like thunder.
I,
....... prefer to fly with your eyes closed / in my secret.
....... In my intimacy
....... I, and my crazy creature.
Imagination is fluctuation ecstatic.
Imagination is turbulent inaction.
Imagination will never earthly rumination ...
For this, they are different from a poet.
And you
....... Compete, are not even an ascetic.
In my mind, just dies the bud
the desire to enhance the fantasy.
Thought is already complete at birth.
An exhortation, before leaving:
be skillful and diligent in marking the paper with your aphorisms;
as it is often said
"We know, as in peacetime man
easily overlooked the hardness of the early
misery that war brings. "
