BETWEEN THE FINGERS OF DREAMS
Between the Fingers of Dreams is the gift I received from Anna Calisti thanks to Manual of Mari.
The cover of the book shows a red rose and Rosa Rossa is the pseudonym of the author who literally put her heart into this book.
And with my heart I thank her.
Anna’s poems paint Love in all its forms, in all its facets, even the painful ones, each just like a rose petal: delicate, fragrant, colorful and velvety.
Some petals are personal dedications, other petals are reflections, and there is also some poetry in French because life led Anna to move with her family to Luxembourg.
Anna was born the same year as my mom, but before I discovered this I was already caring for her.
In this comment she told me about how her mother used to make coffee on the wood stove, you can imagine me, reading with heart eyes, can’t you?!
Anna’s poem I prefer is in fact Memories: it conveyed to me the full force of her roots which I cherish.
The world in a square, life flowing, a journey through time.
Between the fingers of dreams a title that allows to thnik to dreams in a tangible way, in some way allows to be able to touch them.
We are approaching the magical season of Christmas: is there a dream that you wish you could touch?
Speaking of dreams, understood not as wishes but precisely as sleep-related psychic phenomenon, for me they always represent an intense desire to be able to find any messages they contain.
What do you think about this?
Do you think there is a definite reason behind what our R.E.M. phase shows us?
Can you understand your dreams?