{"id":125,"date":"2020-09-26T15:30:22","date_gmt":"2020-09-26T15:30:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.alexcarosi.it\/?page_id=125"},"modified":"2021-04-02T14:38:38","modified_gmt":"2021-04-02T14:38:38","slug":"le-cose-di-neruda","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.alexcarosi.it\/en\/le-cose-di-neruda\/","title":{"rendered":"Le cose di Neruda"},"content":{"rendered":"
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ODE TO ITS AROMA<\/strong><\/p>

My sweet, what do you smell like,<\/p>

of which fruit,<\/p>

What star, what leaf?<\/p>

Stick it to your little ear<\/p>

or on your forehead<\/p>

I lean,<\/p>

sinking<\/p>

your nose in your hair<\/p>

and the smile<\/p>

looking for, knowing<\/p>

the nature of your aroma.<\/p>

It\u2019s sweet, but<\/p>

it is not a flower, it is not stabbed<\/p>

of penetrating carnation<\/p>

or impetuous aroma<\/p>

of violent<\/p>

jasmine:<\/p>

It\u2019s something, it\u2019s earth<\/p>

is air<\/p>

woods or apples,<\/p>

the smell of light on the skin,<\/p>

leaf aroma<\/p>

of the tree of life<\/p>

with street dust<\/p>

and freshness<\/p>

morning shade<\/p>

in the roots:<\/p>

smell of stone and river,<\/p>

but closer<\/p>

to a peach, to the lukewarm<\/p>

secret throbbing<\/p>

of blood, smell<\/p>

pure-house<\/p>

and cascading,<\/p>

fragrance of dove<\/p>

and of hair, aroma<\/p>

of my hand<\/p>

that crossed the moon<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

of your body, the stars<\/p>

of your starry skin,<\/p>

the gold, the wheat,<\/p>

the bread of your contact,<\/p>

and there in the extension<\/p>

of your crazy light,<\/p>

in your circumference of amphora,<\/p>

in the cup,<\/p>

in the eyes of your breasts,<\/p>

between your wide eyelids<\/p>

and your mouth of foam,<\/p>

in all he left,<\/p>

left my hand<\/p>

the smell of ink and forest,<\/p>

blood and lost fruit,<\/p>

fragrance<\/p>

of forgotten planets,<\/p>

of pure vegetable maps:<\/p>

there my submerged body<\/p>

in the freshness of your love, beloved,<\/p>

as in a spring<\/p>

or in the sound<\/p>

of a bell tower,<\/p>

high among the smell of the sky<\/p>

and the flight of the last bird,<\/p>

love, smell, word<\/p>

of your skin, of the idiom,<\/p>

of the night in your night,<\/p>

of the day in your eyes.<\/p>

From your heart<\/p>

salt your aroma<\/p>

as from the light earth<\/p>

to the top of the cherry tree:<\/p>

in your skin I hold<\/p>

your palpitation and smell<\/p>

the rising wave of light,<\/p>

the submerged fruit<\/p>

in its fragrance,<\/p>

the night you breathe,<\/p>

the blood that runs through<\/p>

your beauty<\/p>

until you reach the kiss<\/p>

that awaits me<\/p>

on your mouth.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Le cose di Neruda ODE AL SUO AROMA Dolce mia,  di che profumi, di che frutto, di che stella, di che foglia? V\u00eccino al tuo piccolo orecchio o sulla tua fronte mi chino, affondo il naso tra i tuoi capelli e il sorriso cercando, conoscendo la natura del tuo aroma. E\u2019 dolce, ma non \u00e8… Read More »Le cose di Neruda<\/span><\/a><\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"page-templates\/template-pagebuilder-full-width.php","meta":{"neve_meta_sidebar":"full-width","neve_meta_container":"","neve_meta_enable_content_width":"on","neve_meta_content_width":100,"neve_meta_title_alignment":"","neve_meta_author_avatar":"","neve_post_elements_order":"","neve_meta_disable_header":"","neve_meta_disable_footer":"","neve_meta_disable_title":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexcarosi.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/125"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexcarosi.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexcarosi.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexcarosi.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexcarosi.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=125"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexcarosi.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/125\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":333,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexcarosi.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/125\/revisions\/333"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexcarosi.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=125"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}