I believe that this love story is also a metaphor, allegory of the story of an experience of consciousness, experienced by Angelo Francesco Nardelli.

Who falls in love, but also those who start on a path of knowledge begins a journey of excitement, a process ascenzionale, which feeds on a steady inner fire. How do you say? Today more than yesterday, less than tomorrow. As if the path of love can be ... Continue reading

In the poem by Angelo Francesco Nardelli there is a complete negation of any realistic or naturalistic. Even love, which is obvious by nature tends to its fulfillment in the exercise of sexuality, is not greatly experienced in this work in its sensual dimension.

Oh God not to be missing erotic situations. There is no lack eyes, hair that can be played, the foibles of the blood, the fire that heats the meat ... Continue reading

Just reading this book, just reading the poetry of Angelo Francesco Nardelli can grasp the nature of culture, aristocrat, somewhat difficult of his poetry, the musical tones together with high and delicate.

Just reading this poem one can grasp the complexity of its structure, the complexity of its themes, rationality and emotions in his revelation never made explicitly and directly, but always included in ... Continue reading

I think I can say that the poetry of Angelo Francesco Nardelli is certainly poetry of love, but I think you do wrong to this writer if you consider his poetry exclusively love poetry.

Do not think I dare too much if I attach to the poetry of Angelo Francesco Nardelli the word metaphysics, at least in the sense that Montale gave his poetry, at least until the fifties, a poem ... Continue reading

As soon as I started reading the poems of Angelo Francesco Nardelli and I was immediately captured attention and interest and then also in the pleasure of reading.

The first thing that struck me, and I want to emphasize is that the book is not just a collection of poems, not in the nature of an anthology of collected poems of inspiration varies. It 'a book unit, which ... Continue reading

Wise games of harmony
repeat leaves
and salt uproots himself
Gretole the sea,
smoothing the worn bodies
and grasses cipressino.

I was listening and silence
ancient cave
flying hills
the slow creak
force always alive.

Glow in the evening and a warm love
I removed the fire from the veins,
supported only by the light
short breaks to full moon.

The stars are blowing on the grain
drops of dew, just brushes
light on the edges dry
of irrigated fields.

As in a dream I Read

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