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Farragine by John Gentry Tennyson
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fave it New Age
8 tracks | 13 minutes
Released Sep 2004
on QMasterMusic
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Solo piano works based on poetry by the late Italian writer, Caterina Nagliatti. This collection of eight compositions is part of a larger multimedia installation created by artist, Carlo Arcesi....
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FARRAGINE
FARRAGINE is a collection of eight poems and eight short piano pieces based on those works. This audio collection is part of a larger multimedia work by Italian painter, Carlo Arcesi, that includes paintings, spoken word, and solo piano works based on the poetry of the late, Caterina Nagliatti.
POESIE (POEMS) BY CATERINA NAGLIATTI
ALLO SPECCHIO
Nello stagno
l'acqua è piatta
verde immobile.
È invitante
come un tappeto
di velluto.
Ma sul fondo,
tra l'erba
putrida
e la fanghiglia
s'annida
l'artiglio della morte.
Io sono
come quest'acqua:
serena e dolce
alla superficie.
Ma nel mio spirito,
come un polipo
gigante,
immobile
in attesa,
pronta a snodare
i suoi tentacoli,
sosta la Morte.
AMORE IMPOSSIBILE
Hai tinto di rosso
il mio tramonto,
giovane amico,
e l'ultimo tratto
della mia strada
verso l'infinito.
IL COLORE DELLA MORTE
Uno ad uno
la vita
ha strappato
i veli neri
che avvolgevano
la morte.
Oggi, per me,
la morte
ha il colore
rosato dell'aurora.
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