By James Marchiori
My ideal abstraction,
my bagpipe to play
symphonies,
in which I invent your
pleasure.
My idea of music
is your idea of dance.
My scarce feeling for
light
is your eagerness for
darkness.
Same concept on two facts.
James Marchiori is a Dublin based poet and writer. He wrote his first verses at nine years old and his last novel, ‘To My Beloved Heart’, a tribute to Edgar Allan Poe, was amongst the nominees for the Saturday Visiter Awards in Baltimore, USA. He’s currently working on a crime novel set in Dublin, Ireland, with fragments of gothic, occult and supernatural elements. Bohemia incarnate, a free soul devoted to Surrealism and Poetry. An independent and critical observer.
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