Massimo D. Zilioli, Italian Poet and Artist

Via via
corri con me amore
sin quando questo violino zigano avrà la forza per suonare la sua pazza canzone
Via via
corri con me amore
questa folle corsa che ti dono come pegno antico, come sogno nuovo, se vuoi...
corri con me amore. (Massimo D. Zilioli)

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Massimo D. Zilioli, The Rooms.
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Massimo D. Zilioli was born in 1953 and at the age of 19 years with romantic love for the sea and the infinite, he put on the uniform of official of Italian merchant shipping. At that time he found an interest to soak himself into astrology, painting, music, goldsmith. The wandering dreamer sought purport in the distance of alien countries, in the blue sea, in night sky full of stars, in mysterious lights of night, in faces of his friends and acquaintances. Melancholy kept trace of that versatile, but lonely, individual.

In sad Massimo D. Zilioli's portraits we can cognize strong arm of really Italian artist, a progeny of those Italians who enchanted world for many centuries, whose influence in art development was nonpareil. Those times have elapsed away. Only sorrow lingers black like night. Stand, Massimo D. Zilioli. It seems likely that after one hundred years of dominion of mountebanks and perverts with their dull, vain, criminally antihuman, barbaric and ill modernistic art, mankind waits a cultural rebirth, a new Italian Renaissance, waits the art created by honorable mentally healthy people. Is one of them Massimo D. Zilioli?

Jurate Macnoriute

The work of art of Massimo D. Zilioli, esilimimeticum (in the wind of the south)

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Da questa finestra
guardo la gente passare.
Confusamente ascolto
pensieri
distanti come fragore di mare dal monte si sente
parlare

Da questa finestra
ti sto guardando passare. (Massimo D. Zilioli)

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The work of art of Massimo D. Zilioli, Mauro, 60 X 40 cm, acrylic on canvas, 2002

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Guardandomi intorno
non ricordo più
quando triste
sconvolto
passavi questi stretti viali
di piccoli topi rifasciati.

Guardandomi intorno
non ricordo più
vecchio amico
la faccia che avevi
quando digiuno d'amore
lo specchio mi ridavi
insieme al bicchiere.

Guardandomi intorno rido
sorrido
non ricordo più. (Massimo D. Zilioli)

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The work of art of Massimo D. Zilioli

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