Marie Bortolotto 2017

Marie Bortolotto 2017

Marie Bortolotto 2017

Marie Bortolotto 2017


Noisy city -
I long for silence.

- Marie Bortolotto



Don't disturb me,
I'm writing poems to save myself
from silly poems.

- Marie Bortolotto



it's late.
The night is silent.
I sit alone,
listening for poems
that fly in the dark.

- Marie Bortolotto



the hungry city
encroaches on my dreams.
Where can they hide?

- Marie Bortolotto



the idleness
of a summer breeze -
moving shadows at my feet.

- Marie Bortolotto


Walking, walking, walking.
I escape the clickety clack of the city.

- Marie Bortolotto