Finché Splendi Amore Till you Shine, My Love by Anna Buoninsegni

Terribly intense and beauty Finché Splendi Amore Till you Shine, Love by Anna Buoninsegni journalist and poet from Gubbio, Italy. I met her days ago during a meeting organized for reporters at Città di Castello. I tell the truth: I didn't know her personal story. She discovered the biggest love of her life not anymore in her 20s.
She married him and after six years, unfortunately, he died.
This little book of intense poems are dedicated at this moment of transition: what meant to her the departure of her beloved husband. Dispersion,  confusion, sadness, desperation.
I have had the perception, reading between the lines, that the life of Anna with her husband was symbiotic and their love not just complete, but happy.
The departure of her beloved husband to her meant like the death of her own soul; her soul wondered in the abyss of her sufferance for trying to search for him; a distance the one between dead and living ones that should be broken; there will be a fissure writes the author densperate...Because as continues Anna, we can feel caresses, we can hear voices around us, but we can't touch these distant calls; she feels the face of her husband as a phantom but she can't feel the perfume of his skin.
I found this poem strong because Anna asks to this God of Separation the possibility of returning where she can still feeds their hugs.

In another poem she wishes to be the silent stone of her love and a stone bridge in grade to survive at years of sun, rain, wind, just for his steps.
In another she says: "I am here my love, I have your breath, it tells our destiny, how we lived; and every second is everlasting."
This husband was the perfume that her house was missing, a terrible bandit and a good kid.
The last poem is written with the words that would have used her husband: "You have been director of future scenes, but the script says that we won't be anymore both the main characters; you will tell the dream."
I love this part of the poem: "I have just given to you an old hive where phantoms are buzzing."

The final passage

So far,
close to the fixed stars,
the silent light
will be sufficient for tracing
the beauty of living again
till you shine, love.

Superb. Sad; true.

Let's try to give a meaning at this final part of the poem: the husband is talking to her; he is dead and he can't anymore be a co-protagonist in their life; she must continue to tell, all alone their common tales, and also her personal human tale; it's silent the universe close to him; stars are fixed; there is a silent light in grade to continue to support Anna again; till you shine, love means that we are all little or big stars in this world till we shine.

Highly recommended.

I thank the author for the physical copy of this book.

Anna Maria Polidori