Quasicielo - Gabriella Chieffo
The sound of rain.
I can associate everything with the sound of rain. I think I've always known that, but there is a precise moment when you realize what you are not, and maybe afterwards, as a glass cut, what you are. And then you learn to take it slow, because the single breath can seem challenging.
And the voices, the voices... Those that follow you when you are alone, those that amputate and undress and mark you while you are silent.
The sound of the wind.
I can still pray with the sound of the wind. Pray for an identity, for the recognition of a mirror, pray not to be cross.
And my father, defeated his monsters, looks at me with love even though he cries looking at the stars.
The sound of the sea.
I can find the sound of the sea inside me, and it's a storm that sometimes hooks my stomach, and I look at myself and I don't find myself, I look at myself and I don't see myself. It's the indignation of wonder... and I'd be ready to be amazed every day if only it wasn't a blade.
The sound of the sky.
I can hear the sound of the sky inside me and then I know where the waves are coming from, I listen to the cat's gaze and count the finished verses in which the poetry melts. Your poetry.
And when you smell an embrace and in the width of your lips I find myself, your eyes become almost sky. My Quasicielo.
Green mandarin, lemon, ginger
Black pepper, cinnamon, cardamom, galbanum
Myrrh, frankincense, tonka bean, amber, patchouli, sandalwood