THE WIND
Bruno Morelli
The wind shouts loudly
it’s cold
the sun is dead no one is around.
I am as poor as a flea
with nothing to give others
In this way
I am a tree
and the wind sings
inside of me.
This author is an Abruzzi Roma native to Avezzano (L'Aquila). An artist that expresses his vocation above all through painting, he graduated from the Accademia di Belle Arti in Aquila with a graduation thesis entitled The Image of the Gypsy in Painting. For the most part, his brief poems are presented alongside his paintings.
Translated by Katie Hepworth