E' indiscutibile che, nell'era della globalizzazione, la possibilità di tradurre Opere letterarie in lingue diverse, facilitando la diffusione della produzione artistica nazionale in vari paesi del mondo, costitutisce un importante fattore di crescita e un fondamentale momento di confronto e di scambio tra i popoli. Si tratta anche di un utile e proficuo elemento di informazione culturale per le generazioni future le quali, nel tentativo di capire in che direzione  si muove oggi la poesia italiana, potranno trovare, in questi documenti, tracce significative  per valutare il difficile e complesso cammino dell'uomo moderno, il cui destino è spesso lastricato di sogni e illusioni. Queste pagine di versi composti da Giuseppe Guidolin, accuratamente tradotti da esperti autori stranieri, rappresentano per questo un personale contributo ad una migliore e più ampia comprensione di quest'epoca incerta di inizio Millennio, in cui l'uomo si sente un pò solo e perduto, con le sue guerre e i suoi razzismi, le sue ipocrisie e le sue ansie esistenziali, il suo desiderio di rinnovata spiritualità 

M'appuyer sur l'ombre
d'une étoile filante
pour te prier
sans faire de bruit

Coïncidences

Je conserve la peur
en moi
elle s'agite comme l'eau

je conserve ma force
hors de moi
elle s'embrase comme le feu

dans mes pensées
une eau en flammes
au-delà de mon regsrd

Insomnie

Fascinés nous recherchons
les fils de l'origine

l'esprit abandonné derrière
dans l'éternel désir

Précepte

Je conserve l'instinct
du péché nouveau
imperturbable
j'efface les histoires antiques
les fables interdites

Feux follets

Dansant parmi les oliviers

tu glisses
pour rassembler les souvenirs
les fables brèves

Epiphanie
à  C. Carretto
un maître de vie

Je réveille
la nostalgie souterraine

le reste
n'a pas d'intérêt

Assoupissement

Trois minutes à minuit

à nouveau je devrais écouter
voir
toucher

trois minutes à minuit
le temps qui reste
pour talonner les sens

Espace vital

Je voudrais goûter
l'instant qui suffit

(le temps est parfait)

Suspensions

C'est un plaisir pour nous
de rester ci-dessus

Là en-bas
je me relèverai en Roi

Reflets

Au-delà de ton miroir
j'ai retrouvé ma rose
un enchantement

Etoile Polaire

Les pèlerins du futur
nous attireront à la frontière

vers un point fixe

(dés à présent commence
le voyage des mutants)

Apparences

Serrer
les mains ouvertes
(en moi
j'ai caché mon visage)
le souvenir effacé
(un reflet
un regard sans valeur)
l'herbe endormie
(renaît sous les cailloux
derrière les jardins)

Que fais-tu à présent ?

Tu rampes
sous ma coupe
derrière les lucioles noires
tu disparais

Flares

Une fleur de dune
éclose par hasard
sur l'éclipse d'un jour

Une lueur de lune
décochée et fugitive
sur le flambeau d'une nuit

(chaque sourire
est un angle de lumière)

Chute libre

Les ailes ouvertes
il m'emporte avec lui

se laisse tomber
dans un vol à fleur de terre
me laisse mourir

personne encore
ne m'a enseveli

Existence

Un éclair opaque
une lueur floue

un grondement désaccordé
d'animal blessé

et avant et après
le brouillard infini

Dream (Scream)

Rien qu'un rêve
le cauchemar
devenu cri

Traduit en  français par
Roman Babowal

Amnesia

Thr merry-go-rounds of memory
capture cooled-off  loves
gather stars and shadows
abandoned by children

The dead tie us
to the lace of memories
enervated by the gigantic flight
of spontaneous games
burst in the mind

Apocriphal

I draft
words in black
cryptic replies
I hazard
fixed bets

I look for this ego
seduced and flattered
clandestine actor
innate succubus
plagiarism hidden by a God
still playing at dice

Protected area

I desire
(captured alive)
to hunt forever

close the doors behind
slip from my feet
lose reflections
weave roots

I imagine
(captured alive)
to flee forever

(in still air breathe
the smoke that suck me)

Countdown

Animal fires
giants
clothes of stars

the package holidays
return
to the road that leads
tho the house of the sleepwalkers

Boiled meat
thin
blue material

Effusion

You snatch
extinguished torches
from the faded angels
of my heart

You laugh and shout
to the sun that you have gathered
intoxicated breath
pulsanting on your body

Cats

You hear them crying
in the night of ice

(strangely
like children)

huddle up in the dark dust
of the burst roads

Tears

Tears
drops of liquid
white and sweet
sheep's straw bed

wasted tears
trensparent
fallen thoughts

red
like scattered drops
burst on the skin

Funnels
to Chet Baker
a trumpeter

The breath of a trumpet
on the edge of lips

a defaced note
flattened
a broken smile
hollowed in a pit

despoiled solos
(bunches of solitude)
burst fragments
in cut-outs of  hearts
and white dust
in splinters of brain

Lights of Amsterdam
falling
suffocated moons
suspended breath
(finished breath)

a trumpet sewn
to the thread of voice
a copper oxide
funnel discarded

and crashes
that seem slaps
in rust dust

Projections

Death at the window

Salt
on the asphalt eyelash
rubbing
salt
in my living flesh

Suspensions

It is sweet for us
to stay up here

Down there
I will rise again as King

Waiting

Uncertain
of vague thoughts
vanished
in blacker destinies
we wait in silence
hanging on light
silver kites

Reflections

Beyond your mirror
I have found my rose once more
an enchantment

Rhizone

The eyes of  he
who has never been born
see growing spaces
living
between Sky and Earth

The Dream
of  he who does not die
adds colours
to the threads that run
between what we feel
when we are not

and what we know
of what we are

Still life

The hairs of the tree
fall at dawn
playing absent-mindedly
on the cushion of the earth

The waxen Moon
turns over every cloud
to hurriedly use up
the night of life

Coincidences

I keep the fear
inside me
it ripples like water

I keep my strength
outside me
it spreads like wildfire

in my thoughts
inflamed water
beyond my gaze

Mirrors

An old wound
has separated our feet
our eyes
will divide the fallen dust
tomorrow

men
like still-life
like deserts in flower
celestial men

Changes

Your hands made me
of clay
rock dug out in winter
asphalt foot
mangled

I will not rub you out
guarded by my fear
reclothed 
from arrow to scalpel
a stolen signature
alive
on the crystal of my heart

Free Fall

Opening its wings
it takes me with it

it drops me
in mid-flight
it leaves me to die

no-one
has buried me yet

To Gorki

Leaning
on walls of pale light
the snow
lights up
on the signets

Two drops

(a drop
on the rainbow)

the blue rain
in sugar dust
sweetens and colours
my melancholy

two drops of  honey
sweet dew of the rainbow

Sublimation

The scattered soul
is spread
from the lifeless heart

Transhumance

Wild flowers
strip the deserts

clamber over
entire borders of the mind

Translated into English by
Ruth Halstead
Michele Terranova

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