Oh, my goodness, Chiara, this beautiful, beautiful poem touched me to the very bottom of my heart. With everything you choose to publish, I just love your writing more and more and more, until I think I can’t possibly adore you more than I do, but then you manage to surpass yourself with the next one.
This might sound a bit strange, since I don’t understand a word of Italian, but would it be possible for you to send the original one to me? Already, the English translation is so beautiful, but I just want to see what it might look like in your native language. Meeting you has made me wish I could understand Italian, so that I might be able to read any future original works of yours haha. Anyway, you definitely don’t have to send me the original if you’re uncomfortable with that, I was just super curious to see how you write in Italian. <3
(And maybe I’ll learn some Italian, too, haha.)
I am being entirely truthful when I say that while reading this poem, emotion welled up in my throat until I could barely speak. There’s something about this poem that is just so universal, so pure in thought and emotion, that just really speaks to me. The first two lines especially are so beautifully written, and I can’t get over how they make me feel-- “But what is life? A carousel, a path, a dance; / Music which vibrates from inside, synchrony of mind and heart.”
I absolutely love the parallelism between the two stanzas and how it flows in a continuous circle between the two. This line that repeats-- “does it all make sense? Is it worth to keep dreaming?” --makes me feel hopeless and hopeful at the same time, and omg Chiara I don’t have the words to tell you how much I love this. If I could, I would give it a hundred stars. I have so much love for this.
So much love to you. <3
WHAT. EXCUSE ME. WHAT.
How dare you hide this from me for months?! Chiara, I loved this! I don't even know where to start! Mostly, I think it's that I can relate to this. I understand what you're trying to say and I've been through it. Life is fragile enough as it is, but even the smallest things can rattle us and make us question ourselves, which is what I think you're trying to say in the first verse (which is my favourite, by the way.)
I love the way the poem is a circle. I love the repitition. I wish I could say more but I'm still drinking it in. Please write more like this and never keep something like this away from me again :P
I love you, you talented being!