Biography of Monica Melissano
Monique Emme was born in the South of Italy early '71. She move to Bologna in 1989, where she graduated at DAMS with a dissertation about connections between Irish Rock and Irish poetry and literature and then have been working as music journalist for national and web magazine and as editor for Radio Città Del Capo. She then moved to Genoa in 2004, working mostly as manager and booking agent for bands, and living for months period also London and Berlin. She's been writing poetry and songs from teenage years. Her main inspiration comes from travels and people and relationships so frequent because of main job. Favorite writers: Albert Camus (prose) and Pablo Neruda (poetry) .
Monica Melissano's Works:
- " L'Irlanda del rock" (oct.1996) Auditorium Edizioni
- " Brit" (January 2000) Castelvecchi Editrice
- “Guide Rock: Irlanda” (Editori Riuniti,2000)
- “Guide Rock: Inghilterra” (Editori Riuniti,2001)
- “Le canzoni dei Radiohead” (Editori Riuniti 2003)
Monica Melissano Poems
One Fine Day
I wont give up until we'll be sitting quietly under a tree in pale sunlight
Il caffè che gorgoglia i bips della posta le richieste di amicizia i mozziconi
I need buckets of colors to turn these walls from brown to white, bright blue and orange.
We should set up a strong fighting gear against these blobbing meatballs
The Curse Of The Baltics
There is an empty seat at my humble table and it's fully reserved. No one else is allowed to sit there,
Au Bout De La Nuit
I cuddled him gently for hours and hours
In The Unlucky Event Of Landing On Water
As if we were falling down down
Sorry people if I keep declining your invites sorry if I do not feel like wearing a mask
I saw you from the street standing at the bar waiting for your drink and I realized
On Stand By
Can you recall how full of energy and sweetness we used to be?
Displaced In another time Fearing Nothing's going to be
Let's Get Married!
What a joke! You simply said 'yes! ' and it meant so much to me
On Stand By
Can you recall
how full of energy
we used to be?
Can you hear the laughs
do you see the dances
may you feel on your skin
the London rain