Stefania Miola (Italy)

Stefania Miola (Italy)
Stefania Miola is an eccentric and multifaceted writer passionate about art in all its many expressions. She defines herself as a truth seeker. He lives with his family in a small town on the outskirts of Turin – Italy. She has always loved reading the soul of art and giving voice to the soul through the words of her narration. She is mainly interested in the relationship between art and spirit following a dynamic path that embraces multiple disciplines: psychology, philosophy, spirituality, well-being. Fascinated by direct confrontation, she prefers the form of observation and artist / work dialogue as an opportunity for inner enrichment. 2020 member of the World’s Nation Writers Union
Since 2015, three books have been published:
One sky the only true one – 2015 :
Internationally award city of Florence Pictura et Poesis 2017 Italy
First classification literary International contest. ” Lose yourself in Love ” Centre Study for arts and
literary Atlantis – Italy 2020
Second classification National Literary contest city of Ascoli – Italy 2019
Violets in the desert – 2018. Presented at the Turin International Book Fair of Turin city – Italy
The scent of the white rabbit – 2019 presented at the Turin International Book Fair of Turin city – Italy
Many poems are present in anthologies of various publishing houses:
World poetry day 100 thousand poets for change Rome 2018
World poetry day 100 thousand poets for change Rome 2017
World poetry day 100 thousands poets for change Rome 2019
Festival of two parks 2017
Reflections 2014
Words under tree 2018 e 2019
Anthology Emotions poetry 2019 e 2020
Poetry 2018- 150 poets in anthology
Poetry 2019 _150 poets in anthology
Ten drops of author 2017
The modernism – anthology Ezra Pound ediz. 2018
Skin do not forget 2018
Where the bird song is lost 2020
Poetic voices for Alda Merini 2020
In 2020 I signed the preface of an important catalog of Contemporary Art artist Pino Cannata’.
Mention of merit International award “ voice for Alda Merini” with the poem :” flower that standing out
of the grain ” 2020
First classification award National literary contest Emotions 2020 with the poem:
“The ring of life”
Fourth classification – literary national contest dedicate Italian poet Leopardi with poem
“Like a prayer” 2020
Critical award _ Association Eternal with the poem “Carillon”2019
Award Emotions 2019 literary contest – Words under tree – with the poem “ a divine children”
Award “best poetry”- writers Festival Cape Comorin India 2020 with translation poem “shim”
Critical analysis Dr Jawaz Jaffri Lahore
Letters from eternity
It does not matter how much time will pass
before we can meet again.
Somewhere , for some reason, all of a sudden
or according to the laws imposed by fate.
Really it doesn’t matter.
One account is to be together
another thing is “feeling together”.
Here, now.
In two eyes that contemplate the sky
or that they rest with amazement on a small flower
that it simply blossomed on the edge of a precipice
without wondering if there’s a tomorrow.
You know, I’m just looking at you from a different place.
Far or near I don’t know.
Distance is something that does not exist.
It’s all so weird and wonderful.
I’ll touch your forehead with a silent kiss
and I’ll touch you gently face
with soaked hands of all the Hidden Colors
between the folds of my soul.
Give me a smile.
Your smile will echo
of happiness on my face.
Letter from a grandfather
My little love,
I write these few lines before I put my accordion over the closet.
I can no longer play it.
My hands are tired . Do not despair.
My music will become poetry in your memories…
If you have a dream, fight to achieve it with body and soul.
The dreams in the drawers are colorful flowers
that without water wither and die.
Don’t look forward, look up filled with the blue of the sky
and the warmth of the sun.
Look at what looks good to you.
There will be difficult moments.
If you have to think, think of the positive things.
Watch meeting, look inside and pray to get close to your God.
Look over the leaf that falls.
Live the spring .
An uncut cord
this addiction of blue blood
from the sky?
Too painful a detachment.
Precarious equilibrium
bound and tightrope walker.
A single reality
is hidden between the color of the water
and the sunset in the sky?
I see what I hear
I feel what I see
Colors that dawn in the depths
rise up between mournful words.
A book beside full
Of endless yellowed
empty pages.
Between breaths and sighs
hedges and flowering wings
I am reborn.
Other encounters
Other distances
Other experiences
I have no other dress
If not the one
I wore at birth
The color of your voice
The moon still in labor.
My light dance steps.
I’ll write your name
while my eyes
will make love with the
colors of the leaves in autumn
On the petals of a rare rose
waiting for the morning light.
In the blue sky of a
summer day.
On every drop of rain.
On every ray of sunshine.
On a blade of grass torn from the wind.
Among the branches of trees
I don’t know his name.
On the white stones that
dot the river
Seven times I’ll write your name
while a kiss of mom
lay down upon all wounds
of your soul

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