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"
Poesie di Katia Guido
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Unreal/Irreale
Poesia
You are the voice I want to hear
when all around others talk to me. Yours is the number I(…)
when all around others talk to me. Yours is the number I(…)
Troubled Waters/Acque Agitate
Poesia
He used to sing to her of surreal tales
lost in her eyes, the bed unmade,
following dreams(…)
lost in her eyes, the bed unmade,
following dreams(…)
I miss you/Mi manchi
Poesia
I miss you in a weird kind of way
not like some unbearable longing
keeping me up at night.
I(…)
not like some unbearable longing
keeping me up at night.
I(…)
She wishes/Lei desidera
Poesia
She wishes...
he would bump into her life
and wake her with a kiss...
And then, he would(…)
he would bump into her life
and wake her with a kiss...
And then, he would(…)
My favourite regret/Il mio rimpianto preferito
Poesia
You are my favourite regret.
Whenever I think of you
I see the love
we haven’t made.
But(…)
Whenever I think of you
I see the love
we haven’t made.
But(…)
I asked the moon/Ho chiesto alla luna
Poesia
I asked the moon
for a moment like this:
watching golden butterflies
swimming in my stomach,(…)
for a moment like this:
watching golden butterflies
swimming in my stomach,(…)
Thirst/Sete
Poesia
I have poured so many words
for you on paper these months
that my mind is completely dry
but(…)
for you on paper these months
that my mind is completely dry
but(…)
Frailty/Fragilità
Poesia
Frailty lingers in the cracks on your face,
those made of laughter and tears.
Frailty is stuck(…)
those made of laughter and tears.
Frailty is stuck(…)
In my head/Nella mia testa
Poesia
I make love to you
in my head so many times,
it makes my longing for you grow
stronger and(…)
in my head so many times,
it makes my longing for you grow
stronger and(…)
The lonely girl (at the counter)/La ragazza sola (al bancone)
Poesia
The lemon taste of lonely nights
cannot be tamed.
She would need all the sugar
in the(…)
cannot be tamed.
She would need all the sugar
in the(…)