Poems
Art and poetry are two historical artistic manifestations.
The poems of Patrizia Mazzoli are the voice of her iconic representations, the expression that becomes action.
The paintings instead represent the vision of the world, through colors and shapes that are placed in space.
Different paths that intertwine, and stand out over time and infinity, descending into the inner labyrinths.
Narrations that describe the same moods, of one's feelings through different artistic techniques,
expressing the same perceptions of the world and the existence of the artist.
TAKE ME TO THE SEA
Poetry by Patrizia Mazzoli
Take me to the sea ...
On hot summer evenings, when a light breeze touches my skin, and like a light caress it touches my face.
Take me to the sea ...
On sunny days, when the blue of the sky is reflected
in the immense liquid expanse, and between the two vastnesses, there seems to be no limit and everything appears
infinite.
Take me to the sea ...
So that in my slow pace, I can enjoy that pleasant sensation of the smooth sand, pamper
my footsteps, while the return of the wave erases the footprints.
Take me to the sea ...
On days full of wind, when its vigor raises impetuous breakers, which vehemently break on the rocks.
Take me to the sea ...
On stormy days, when the force of the sky shakes it to the point of making it uncontainable and
the sight of everything becomes frightening and my being is restless.
Take me to the sea ....
To scrutinize its strength, while stormy, reveals all its power, and between fear and attraction, fascinated delay.
Take me to the sea ...
At sunset, when the sky is tinged with red and the sun goes down slowly, almost resting on the indigo sea,
and the emotion takes me away
breath, in the face of the beauty of creation.
Take me to the sea...
At dusk, when silence falls and the last seagull returns to its nest. My mind quietens to the sound of the surf.
Take me to the sea...
To breathe the smell good of salt, that intoxicating and satisfying fragrance, memories of pleasant sensations,
evocations of lived moments, of life and freedom.
Take me to the sea ...
In the night, full of stars, when the moon is reflected in the sea and in silent contemplation invites me to get lost.
Take me to the sea ...
At sunrise, when the atmosphere is tinged with an intense pink, and yellow and ocher surround the fiery sphere, chased by my gaze
until the becoming of the day.
Take me to the sea ...
because at every sunrise and sunset my being is regenerated, and hope is reborn in me, for everything.
Patrizia Mazzoli
THE VOICE OF THE MOUNTAINS
Poetry by Patrizia Mazzoli
Poem text "You"
You are fatigue, in the climb of my daily life
You are the bitter cold of freezing winters
You are the frozen wind, which penetrates the skin, and covering up is never enough
You are imposing and majestic, generous and cruel
You are enchanting, at the first light of dawn, when the peaks are tinged with enrosadira, and the day begins
in amazement.
You are rustling with leaves and wild presences
You are splendid, in the days of sun, when the white of the last snow gives way to the first tufts of grass.
You are shades of green, which gradually paint your slopes.
You are autumn palette of chromatic shades
You are white rock and your peaks look like towers
You are the rainbow that changes color with the moods of the sky
You are overbearing, when from your steep sides, you let rocks and rubble slip, which drag everything away
downstream
You are unfair and authoritarian when you do not forgive a distraction that can cost anything.
You are the most beautiful sunsets, when the red winds in the clear sky, and between the shades of ocher and orange, you frame the scenery.
You are silent, in the darkness of winter nights.
You are the scent of aromatic resins of sloping woods.
You are clear streams and bursting streams.
You are gray, you are white, you are color, you are light.
You are torment and breath, effort and rest.
You are attraction and repulsion.
You are the conquest ... of those who respect you, in the commitment ... of living you.
Patrizia Mazzoli