Female Voices - Poem by Antonio DeLisa
I am enchanted by the female voices,
Like magic, a spell of timbre secret hidden magic.
I remember as a boy I fell in love
With the voice of Janis Joplin.
I had a dream, I saw her dying.
Falling in love with the voices of women,
Making me fantasize about the rightful owner,
Is constant feature of my time,
Do not even remember since when.
Maybe there is not even a beginning.
Or, if any, is lost in ancestral babbling,
Babbling and sighs abysmal opening,
An unknown that devours.
The female voice exercises a sort
Of seductive attraction on the strings
Of my unfathomable inner journey.
Just one thing,
A stray harmonic
And you’ll be enchanted, listening, fascinated,
Over the phone, on buses, on the street,
In the dubbing of films with crackling phonetics
Of old films, theater, music of all kinds.
For me, the woman’s voice is the voice of melancholy.
Perhaps because it is a voice of mystery.
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