Father by Michela Zanarella
Father by Michela Zanarella Father, I boast of the color and of the sound that, laughing, you pursue across seasons and wombs of light. I say to the skin how much we both sink roots into impulse and cities. You always occupy more depth of my playing at life, that space of warm similarity to the glass cabinets of a dream. In part, in your asphalt of man I seek vapors of everlasting pride, that silence that I know, sailing ship of great warmth. Translated in english by Leanne Hoppe Michela Zanarella is the author of poetry, fiction, and plays. Born in Cittadella, Michela lives and works in Rome, where she carries out her work in collaboration with various journals on the web. She has published eight books of poetry, and she has received several national and international awards. Her poetry has been translated into Spanish, Romanian, French, English and Arabic. Blog: www.michelazanarella.it