#madeitback with Antonio Liranzo

Brand New series #MadeItBack presented to you by Verses In Motion Host Laura LME 
On this episode Laura welcomes Author, Dancer, Creative,
Antonio Liranzo.
Antonio shares stories about how he deals with anxiety, having the corona virus at a time when it was all brand new to everyone in NY, darkness and finding light again. You can read his new book “Falling Angel: Rising Phoenix” (available at Barnes & Nobel and Amazon) which is a book of poems written by Antonio that touch on these same topics. 
* Background music provided by Dj Fabry Saxa
* Music and production of #MadeItBack curated by: Uncle E
* You can visit us at: www.getyourzradio.com

#AThousandSilentWords #VersesInMotion part 3

Bridge

Suspended,
on this bridge
crossing over life
Spatial excess
the extension of us
fluid and flexible
against the rigid chords of time.
Listening to thoughts
breathing ideas,
virtual reality our dreams
floating on waves of disbelief
landing on proposed realities…

Excerpt from “Floating”

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Let's keep it %22human%22

Fighting pain
winning space
in that eternal moment:
Truth!
When all stands still,
dangerously fixed
on the walls of time.

Endlessly walking,
inverted pendulum of hopes,
losing faith
in circles of revelations
when all around is turning,
spinning fast
in everlasting spirals…

Excerpt from “Strength”

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Laura≈LME ©

#AThousandSilentWords

 

The sound of silence

Blanket of nullity,
no time,
it invades the space
swallows the voice
suffocates words
crushes the heart.

Soul’s cords vibrate
with no sound.
Only the blowing wind
in the chorus of wing-beats
through bare branches
on a carpet of leaves
of a winter garden

Still
Rigid of ice and frost
enchanted, taciturn
Icy colored flowers.
Sound waves
infiltrated
in a tissue of cries
heart-rending,

Sharp
locked
and through the cold walls
of uncertain times
the sound of silence
screams again.

Il suono del silenzio

La coltre del nulla,
senza tempo
invade lo spazio
ingoia la voce
soffoca le parole
stritola il cuore

Vibrano le corde dell’anima
nessun suono
solo i soffi del vento
in cori di battiti d’ali
tra rami spogli,
su tappeti di foglie
di un giardino d’inverno

Fermo
rigido di gelo e brina
incantato e taciturno
Fiori color ghiaccio,
onde sonore,
infiltrate in un tessuto di urla,
rimangono prigioniere
e tra le mura fredde
di una sera incerta,
il suono del silenzio grida ancora.

There is a place…

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There is a place where we meet
walking slowly towards each other,
A place where we have always been,

In a different time and space
With the same beats,
like blades, cutting the soul in ribbons.

There is a place,

Where we break the walls of pain,
Feeling touch of snow
and rain drops on our faces.

There is a moment, round and perfect,

In that bouncing bubble

our hearts make a sound
Our souls meet
in a rainbow arch,

sliding on diamond ice,

jumping on green memories,

dancing on calm waters.

There is a place where we run,

on puddles of mistakes
through hot streets of fire,
taking us to crossroads of danger,

Where dust and wind play
following each other
between deep ravines
and fresh waterfalls!