Katia Guido
Biografia
Una gipsy bohemien pantofolaia. Aspirante scrittrice, sognatrice a tempo pieno, lettrice irrequieta. Vorrebbe essere Belle (non per la Bestia ma per la biblioteca).
Segni particolari
Redattrice di Aphorism dal 2005. In tanti, troppi, mi dicono che sono come "Amélie"
Scritti da Katia Guido
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Noi tutti passeggiamo attraverso la vita con un'indifferenza spaventosa. Sorvoliamo la povertà e l'abbandono. Voltiamo le spalle alla discriminazione e all'odio. Deridiamo chi non è come noi. Ridiamo perfino quando lo fanno i nostri figli. Stiamo(…)
Aforisma
Who knows.../Chissà...
Poesia
Who knows...
You, who in my fantasies,
the wildest,
are that, which a thousands butterflies (…)
You, who in my fantasies,
the wildest,
are that, which a thousands butterflies (…)
Drowning/Annegando
Poesia
You loved her
You told us.
The light is so strong now
and the rage of a blind panther
is(…)
You told us.
The light is so strong now
and the rage of a blind panther
is(…)
Whole/Completa
Poesia
You will kiss me with your eyes
and make love to me.
Everything will be whole again.
All the(…)
and make love to me.
Everything will be whole again.
All the(…)
Ask the stars/Chiedi alle stelle
Poesia
Whenever in doubt ask the stars
they will lead you to my dwelling place.
Open your eyes and(…)
they will lead you to my dwelling place.
Open your eyes and(…)
Easy target/Bersaglio facile
Poesia
There's a strawberry light around me tonight.
The thoughts I so carefully store
inside the(…)
The thoughts I so carefully store
inside the(…)
Would you risk?/Rischieresti?
Poesia
When I look into your eyes
I see the kindness of a gentle soul.
It would be so easy then
to(…)
I see the kindness of a gentle soul.
It would be so easy then
to(…)
Time/Tempo
Poesia
Time is a thief and a liar.
He seduces with the promise of great deeds.
He deceives with the(…)
He seduces with the promise of great deeds.
He deceives with the(…)
Unspoken/Tacitamente
Poesia
Thorns are tearing apart
my already bloody heart
wearing down little by little
my troubled(…)
my already bloody heart
wearing down little by little
my troubled(…)
Could I...?/Potrei...?
Poesia
Could I borrow your smile, please?
For one second or a whole lifetime.
Always to remember how(…)
For one second or a whole lifetime.
Always to remember how(…)