Maria Teresa Liuzzo , born in Saline di Montebello Jonico and lives in Reggio di Calabria (Italia).
She is President of ( P.Benintende Lyric and dramatic Association)-‘. Journalist and publisher . Chief Director of Literary Review ”LE MUSE”. Writer .Psycholic Doctot at -Leibniz University Santa Fe, New Messico, USA. Modern Literature and Philosophy Prof. – USA. – Correspondent of de ”Italy American bridge IL PONTE ITALO – ” -USA – -New Meagre ‘ ‘ EUROPA (Hunedoara)-Romania
Collaborator of ”ALB-SPIRIT” TIRANA (ALBANIA) -”PERQASJE”(home) (TIRANA – ALBANIA) -”ALBANIA PRESS” e ”DRITARE” (window-ALBANIA) -”ATUNIS” (BELGIUM – BRUXELLES); ”GAZETA DESTINACIONI” Destination newpaper(VALONA – ALBANIA);
” THE NAUSEA -(ARGENTINA); ”GAZETA NATIONAL (TIRANA NATIONAL(NATIONAL NEWSPAPER- ALBANIA); MAGAZINE ALESSANDRIA TODAY (ITALY); ”ORFEU” (ALBANIA); ”CAFETALK” (JAPAN).
PUBLISHE WORKS:”ROOTS” Jason Ed. (1992);
”PSYCHE” Jason Ed. (1993);
”APEIRON” Jason ed. (1995);
”UTOPIAN EUTHANASIA ” Jason ed. (1997);
-WATER IS A SLOW BEAT” Lineacultura Ed. (2001);
” IMAGE AUTOPSY Agar ed. (2002);
” BUT A RESTLESS WAVE STIRS THE VEINS Agar ed. (2003);
” – SHADOW DOEN’T EXCEED THE LIGHT Agar ed. (2006);
”GENESIS” Agar ed. (2008);
” –FORGET- ME-NOT Agar ed. (2009);
”I AM TALKING, NOW!” Agar ed (2020);
-DON’T ME I LOVED THE WIND Agar ed. (2021);
” –THE HUNGRY SHADOW OF THE MOTHER Agar ed. (2022);
” THE LIGHT OF THE RETURN Agar ed. (2022)
THE NIGHT IS
DANCING IN YOUR PUPILS (April 2022);
” IN VIGIL OF WEAPONS AND WORDS Agar Ed. (2023);
‘DANCE TO THE RHYTHM OT THE RHYMES ” – IN ARABIAN LANGUAGE I – MOROCCAN UNIVERSIY EDITION (AUGUST 2023 );
”TARMURI DE LUNA ”SHORES OF THE MOON – IN ITALIAN & / RUMENIAN LANGUAGE – Cosmopoli Ed. (OCTOBER 2023);
” ITALIAN BOOK -ANTHOLOGY – TRANSLATED INTO RUSSIAN LANGUAGE BY ELDAR AKHADOV (RUSSIA – OCTOBER 2023).
Lots of articles and Publications in Italy and Abroad .
Translation by Francesco Di Rocco
The night is dancing in your pupils
On our entwined bodies
To the whiteness of a lost breath
in the heart
that breathes the ellera of a dream,
where the unconsciousness
is embellished with the limit
behind leaving
sunrises and sand worlds
getting bood of moths
The Colour of your eyes
Dresses the loneliness of the hour
And the wisdom of the bodies
Unravels.
Shadows of a never dissolved desire
Graffiti of memory on the lips
Moaning in the sheets
of mirrored geometries
.
Interweawing of flowery skies
I’d give if your heart could listen
I’d springle roses on your face
For love.
I’d fill your mouth with rivers
If only could I dare to soften
The brances and nests
Still with the songs of the water
If could I wear the snow
I’d dress your shadows in blue.
.
A Sewing the flaps
A gushing of water
That the wind knots
A child’s step
.
Pulsating Gums
Where time is our enemy
And the butterfly rests
among buds that
are not open
abandon blinds
beetle of light
you-I , the sea and the time
now that you’re on the hill
and you go down its sides
i catch you essence
in a quiver of leale
in a prodigy d’alba
made love.
.
Shadows stars on the wall
Empty is this room and wretched
A watering of thirsty meadows
And seas of broom
Powdered in blue.
Framed, the moon smiles
In the garden: a jewel lamp
Hanging from the branches
Of the cherry tree.
.
Tell me
When you fell aspleep on my breast
And the sun was setting
on the cushions
i held in them the last ray
and filled that weeping
which did not close
the doors of hope
.
Talk me again
Between gentle storm
Lost in the silver of sands
The season in the river of night
Humbles us.
If distances did not exceed memories
I hold you
in long blinks of eyelashes
to the sweet warmth
of evey pearl
.
Now my verse lies down
On the carpet
Reason and madness
Sublimate every absence
Circumscribed in the depth of history
If revenge shatters writing
It rains dances of light
Universes of silence
The rain paints our faces
A kiss of shadow
Fill our abisses.
.
Shadows we are
Beating the clock
The throb of dawn
The river the sky.
Oh stars! burning on my breast!
Gone days are coming
Tormented, yet full of you.
OH, to die like the sea!-
.
Listen to the hymn of silence
Shattered by a child’s cry
Trembling of the night
Which thirts for justice
on the page
the light of darkness
on the half closed flowers
to the caressed grace
of the grass. Listen to
the unspoken words
grain of memory already
poured into the blood like stars.
The moon embroiders circes in the sky
They ‘ve got the color of your love
The emerald of the moss
That glistens on the trunks ;
they have the flood of the rivers.
At night, listen
hidden in her dreams
that garments of heaven get free
on your chained body
between angel veils
and heavy eyelashes.
.
I feel you’ll come back
Thoughtful word of death
Lukewarm shells and seaweed
Beyond the light
Vaporous flooding the dunes.
We, children of love
Among corals of storm
And amphorae of light
In serene dance
in the heart of martyrdom-
Mani che sfiorano-pag.39
Hands that touch
Faces of innocence
Restoring colors
To the autumn pale
Life looks winter
In damp rainshot
No veils of mist
Shining in the sun
Like the lisso, the words.
Children’s choir
on a green Island.
.
The soul is a book
Quivering perfection
Beyond writing
At the top of the staff
The strong beauty
Investigator,
and no weeping is there
drowing her
nor learned joy
that the evil
forgets the sorrow.
.
Flowery on the page
In the snowy whiteness of silence
Listen to the voice of divine
The Spirit Embraces the word
Only love
You feel on your lips
And in your arms cradles
-aelian poetess-
On the vocal wave of the muse
The pain of the world
And his immense joy
.
Scars of Seasons
Drinking goblets of flowers
And oxymorons
away from deceptions
rain caresses
and rivulets of rage
in physical gesture
they invent the time
of the last light
The wind that penetrates the blood
Ward off desert of fear
And makes the down rise endlessly
From the verse that slips
From Homer’s heart
