u/SocraticPioneer

Cosa ne pensate della mia prima vera poesia? Ho già caricato la traduzione inglese su altri sub reddit ma è stata ampiamente ignorata. Spero che qualcuno possa darmi la sua opinione (anche negativa in caso)

Quando aprii quella porta non ti vidi, all'inizio

Ma quando tornai a casa ascoltai i rumori dell'amore che a quel momento erano appena percettibili

Mi ci volle poco per cominciare a vederti, in realtà

E quando ero in mezzo agli altri ragazzi che facevano casino, mi bastava smetterla di ascoltarli

E la gioia che avevo il martedì pensando al giorno dopo

Ho sentito l'attesa non come un male

Perché avevo sicurezza

Ma quando il terzo giorno della settimana semplicemente smise di esistere

Ho pensato che avrei dovuto toglierti a forza dalla mia testa

Ma sorrisi, perché così non fu

E da lì cominciai a scrivere

E potevo scrivere a tutti

E ancora

Ci vedemmo ancora, al buio, sia a guardare dritti la luce davanti a noi che nella mia testa

Mentre dormivo

E quando aspettavo l'angelo messaggero non mi sentivo vivo abbastanza

Ma ci ho fatto l'abitudine

E ogni volta che arrivava lo sapevo con certezza ancora prima di aver risposto alla sua chiamata

Per la prima volta fummo soli

Nei ghiacci

E quando ti ho vista

Volai

Anche se non riuscivamo a parlare

E ancora ci ripenso

Ti prego raccontami cos'e il freddo

Perché io non lo so

E avevo già cominciato a parlare di te agli altri

E quando di nuovo ti ho rivisto

Poco dopo il dolore

Non riuscivo a parlare

Ma ci hai pensato tu

Mi vanno bene sono 5 secondi e un saluto

Non ti ho più vista da allora

Ma continuo a riportarti a me con la mente

E darei tutto il mio sangue per vederti ridere

E il caldo mi uccide

Se volete contesto sul significato o su una frase specifica posso spiegarlo

Hi, this is a poem I wrote recently. You could say it’s dedicated to a girl I know, but it’s not a "romantic" poem, in fact, she will most likely never read it. I simply tried to capture my state of mind over the eight months since I’ve known her. It’s written in a highly allegorical style, so a lot of it is understood only by me or by people who know me very well. That’s why I’m posting it here: to get the most objective feedback possible from people who don’t know me. Since I’m Italian, I wrote it in Italian, so this is an English translation; I can post the original as well if anyone reads Italian. One final note: the penultimate line is actually a paraphrase of a lyric from a Jeff Buckley song; I wrote all the other lines myself.

When I opened that door, I didn't see you, at first.

But when I got home, I listened to the sounds of love, which were barely perceptible at that moment.

It didn't take long for me to start seeing you, really.

And when I was among the other guys making a racket, all I had to do was stop listening to them.

And the joy I felt on Tuesdays, thinking about the day to come...

I didn't experience the waiting as something bad,

Because I felt secure.

But when the third day of the week simply ceased to exist,

I thought I’d have to force you out of my mind.

But I smiled, because that’s not how it turned out.

And that’s when I started writing.

And I could write to everyone.

And again...

We saw each other again, in the dark, both while staring straight at the light before us and inside my head,

While I slept.

And when I was waiting for the messenger angel, I didn't feel alive enough,

But I got used to it.

And every time he arrived, I knew it for certain before I’d even answered his call.

For the first time, we were alone

Amidst the ice.

And when I saw you,

I soared,

Even though we couldn't speak.

And I still think back on it.

Please, tell me what the cold is like,

Because I don't know.

And I had already started talking about you to others.

And when I saw you again

Shortly after the pain

I couldn't speak.

But you took care of that.

Five seconds and a hello are enough for me.

I haven't seen you since then,

But I keep bringing you back to mind,

And I’d give all my blood to see you laugh.

And the heat is killing me.

Let me explain: I think they should refrain from reviewing any restaurant that isn't fully vegan, since in those cases they don't have access to half the food—or in some instances, most or even all of it. Consequently, their assessment can't be comprehensive. Of course, if a vegan wants to be a food critic, they certainly can be, but I wouldn't trust their reviews—unless, that is, they are reviewing a vegan restaurant.

They are one of the most unhinged experimental bands I’ve ever heard; naturally, they’re famous for creating drone/ambient tracks that are incredibly long—sometimes lasting over a year. I’ve never really listened to them seriously and have always viewed them as a bit of a musical meme. I did find a few tracks—like "A Lovely Pear," for instance—fairly interesting, though I didn't actually enjoy them all that much. So, I’m wondering if there’s anyone out there who actually listens to them.

The Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect is a book I've been meaning to read for a while. Has anyone read it and recommend it?

P.S. This is my first post on Reddit and is my first time using Reddit.