The magic of Burano

A mirage of an hour, a day…
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It is hard to sustain enthusiasm when speaking of Burano
A flood of memories inundate everyday realities…
Preferring to fly back in time & resuscitate the
Mirage of a second, an hour or a day rather
Than seeing our rainbows after the storm or
Lift our gaze to the stars in our skies…

P.S
You gather from these few lines the wonderful time we had in Burano a while back, a village of fishermen & laces, which was enhanced by the encounter of a renowned painted Carlo Memo that inspired me to describe this unique day through poetry.
You can check it here https://oawritingspoemspaintings.wordpress.com/2013/06/24/burano-carlo-memo-memories-of-an-encounter-24-6-2013/
and here https://oawritingspoemspaintings.wordpress.com/2013/01/01/burano-2013-french-poem-with-english-translation/
and another one on Venice & its dream… https://oawritingspoemspaintings.wordpress.com/2013/01/01/venice-2013-french-poem-with-english-translation-inauguration-of-year-2013/

Courtesy of Wikipedia
Burano is an island in the Venetian Lagoon, northern Italy; like Venice itself, it could more correctly be called an archipelago of four islands linked by bridges. It is situated near Torcello at the northern end of the Lagoon, and is known for its lacework and brightly coloured homes.

Burano’s charm
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Dream of a day
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Living life to its fullest!
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Burano & Carlo Memo-Memories of an encounter 24.6.2013

the artist Carlo Memo
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This prose is the result of a very special moment spent in the house of Burano’s renowned artist Carlo Memo.
A privileged encounter into the cracks of time…

Burano & Carlo Memo
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Stepping into a rhapsody
Opening the doors to where
Pigmentation, structure & grain
Prime over mundanities.

Where comfort & authenticity poise.
We climb stairs leading to candor &
Iridescence, to a life of devotion
& skill, brushes & tubes aligned,
Immaculate, waiting for its owner
To choose its dean.

Spread layers upon layers
Of tenor & soul,
Gist & dreams,
Hope for the morrow…

Rows of monuments, wordless poems,
Music without notes, cascading on
Tight canvasses soothing our sore eyes,
Blending with the skies, soliciting the trees & seas…
We leave our calling & join thoughts around
A table of carved & sanded wood, Built

As fervidly as the
Murals, the boat…
Joined particles of
An ardent prayer…

We get up & glance to our right
At a kitchen composed as an Ode
To purity…born of a sparkling mind,
Nobility of a soul. More paintings
Hanging on walls & we slide back
Into the current of the mundane,

Bright sun & façades
Humming… beating
The drums to another tune,
Alluring us to idleness.

Tearing ourselves from the transient
Gratitude pumping our bursting veins
Aware of having been beckoned into what
Escapes most…of peeping through the keyhole
Of kudos, we withdraw cherishing a
Sketched memory of our encounter,

Depicting it into the
Chronicles of our lives
As a privileged slip
In the cracks of time.

rows of paintings…
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a table built with fervor
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bright sun & facades…
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Sunshine & postcards
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tearing ourselves from the transient
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back to departure point
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Burano, Venice ( follow up of poem on Burano )

As a follow up of the poem I published yesterday I’m posting you this
video on you tube which does justice to the beauty of the place.

Enjoy it!

Burano 2013 ( French Poem with English translation )

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Carlo Memo
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This poem is the result of having the privilege to meet this amazing talent and renowned
Painter Carlo Memo while visiting his small village in Burano.

Burano
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Burano
Small village
Miniature
Of laces
And fishermen
Of bright sun
And vibrant colors

You locked away
Your best
Hidden secret
Your painter
Your genius
His talent
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Our visit
This new acquaintance
This world
Barely scratched
The flash of a passion
For art
In its pure and raw state

Burano, village
Miniature
Of giant talent
Your secret
Is hidden
No more

_________

Burano
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Burano
Petit village
Miniature
De dentelles
Et pêcheurs
De soleil vif
Et couleurs éclatantes

Tu enfermes
Ton meilleur
Secret caché
Ton peintre
Ton génie
Son talent
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Notre visite
Cette nouvelle connaissance
Ce monde
A peine effleuré
L’éclair d’une passion
Pour l’art
A l’état pur et brut

Burano, village
Miniature
Au talent gigantesque
Ton secret
N’est plus
Caché