Wednesday, October 21, 2015

ODE TO THE GREY

One more time
life deceived us
and the moon turns red
because of the tears I have shred
and my soul is a deserted land.

We will never know why
we were chosen by the fate
to live multipled lives
which turned love
into a neverending craving.

I see you passing by
gently smiled at my face
we are both tired
to keep living in the shade
of this undisclosed desire
which put our hearts on fire
with flames that we cannot tamed.


© Diana Mistera 21.10.2015





Monday, October 12, 2015

HALLOW

Staring down from above
watching you return
slithering at your window
an hallow shadow.
You'll be safe
although hunted by your own demons
I'll keep you safe
my love will not end
I promise
in hundred moons and more.
You should know by now
that you are and will be only mine.


© Diana Mistera 12.10.2015


Thursday, October 08, 2015

NEWS

Hallo my friends!
Here is some juicy news for you!

An article in a finnish blog culture has been written about Runokohtauksia, in which I have been mentioned. I am very excited about this, it was a very nice surprise.
If you want to read it, follow the link under:

http://www.cultfinlandia.it/antologia-di-poeti-stranieri-in-finlandia/

Another good news is that I have been invited at the Robustos stand at the Helsinki's Book Fair. Robustos is the publisher of The Runokohtauksia anthology, I will be at the stand reading some of my poems from the anthology  the 23.10 from 12.00 to 12.30 and then I will be in an interview with Tommi Parkko at the Wine Cafè  stage from 14.00 to 14.30.

Runokohtaus was a multicultural project in which me and others not Finnish poets were involved. Finnish professional poets have translated our poems in Finnish. The city of the project is Turku.


So please welcome and come to say HI! If you are around..I will be very happy!


This is it for now!




Friday, September 25, 2015

ARE WE STRANGERS AT ALL?

As you whisper my name
I go in those prohibited places of my soul
feeling sometimes guilty
because the first time we met
I really couldn't stand you.
Now in my dreams you come
not anymore an unpleasant presence
you feed that long time doubt
and memories gathering around
You tell me stories
and every time I dream about you
I feel something...
Are we strangers at all?

© Diana Mistera 25.09.2015



Sunday, August 30, 2015

ALPHAVILLE'S CONCERT- 28.08.2015- Helsinki -We love 90's-

Hello my friends
I finally was able to go to see them again and meet again one of the most important person in my life.
The concert was great. Marian's voice was wonderful and the whole performance was to die for.
I dance and sing like a teenage. I enjoyed very much. And they enjoyed too.

Next time hope to have more time to chat!

Maya Kim: you are a great bass player!

Thank you Marian, Thank you Christian. Thank you all for the wonderful emotions!
The time machine really exist!

I love you!!!










Monday, August 10, 2015

ROMANCE

We hide secrets deep inside
riding the night
shapeshfters at the light
when our dreams
fades with the dawn.
Can't you see
the bound of our souls
captured eternally?
I wait to kiss you
with a certain kiss
the sacred and the profane
entwined.
No one will love you the way I do.
I want to hold you
I want to touch  you
I want to catch you when you fall
I want to feel you deep inside.


© Diana Mistera 10.8.2015






Wednesday, August 05, 2015

Meat Loaf - Rock´N´Roll Dreams Come Through







...I treasure your love

I never want to lose it

You've been through the fires of hell, and I know you've got the ashes to prove it

I treasure your love

I want to show you how to use it
You've been through a lot of pain in the dirt, and I know you've got the scars to prove it...

FOREVER IS NOT JUST A WORD

Every now and then I get tired
of the sound of my tears falling.
The feeling of emptyness
choke my heart
and my soul is screming for you.

I become little bit restelss
when my dreams don't feel right
and like a little child
I crave for your arms
but finding the void left
by the dream of you
and I fall apart.

My love for you is a shadow
where I really want to get lost
you, my sweetest torment
I really need you now
more than ever
to have you forever.

© Diana Mistera 5.8.2015






Wednesday, July 29, 2015

NÄIN UNTA

Every night I was looking at the moon
and talk to her wishing my soul will find finally its double
and the immense feeling of loneliness
was washed away.
Somewhere you were waiting to hold me,
looking at the same moon
wishing the same and the tears went dry
I held on to that little sparkle of hope
and the fullmoon cuddled me with its soft wind.

I remeber the dream where we held each other hands
and you told me
don't look back or everything will vanished”
I believed you but the fear was bigger
I looked and you vanished away
no one of my screams was heard
but I've lost everything and my moon went black.

So I started to look at the stars.
I remember the walk I used to take to the hill,
I ran at the higher point
thinking I was nearer to the sky
wishing at the shooting stars,
thinking the sky was crying with me
Knowing you were doing the same somewhere
with no memory of me in any way.
I hope your wishes came true

because mine, betrayed me.
I am still waiting to hold you.

Now our sky is the same
the stars are gone in those summer nights
which never are dark.
I saw you
not a dream anymore
but still not mine.
I succombed at the fear
and now I have been punished
to be only a shadow in your dreams.

I still love you and always will
and you still don't know I exist.
It's easier to live alone
than fear that dream will never comeback.
If only I haven't look behind.

© Diana Mistera 29.7.2015






Friday, June 12, 2015

The Premiere

Hallo at all!
As promised  here the post about the premiere.

I left Hämeenlinna at 14.00 and arrived in Turku at 16.15.

I met fisrt Marja and then Heikki Savola, the director of Robustos.

When the ceremony has started I was quite excited and I was surpraised and happy when, during his speech, Heikki Savola has quoted a line of one of my poems. I didn't expect such thing.

After the speech we have red the introduction poem. Each poet in own language, and the finnsh poets that have been translated us the finnish version.

The whole cerymony was about one hour and half and after this we all went to eat in a loveley and good Italian Restaurant called LA TRATTORIA ROMANA.

With this happening the journey ended.
We have worked together 4 years and all the experiences that I have had are treassures and I will never forget.
When I moved to Finland in 2003 I couldn't imagine that my poems will end published in here in 2015 in finnish language.
Before Finland I have written only for few friends, I was too shy, too unsure ...and now I have red in front of people in festivals and happenings, and I know now more than never before, what I really want to to in my life. Write, write and write...I want to get lost in the arms of the inspirations and listening to the voice of my Muse and wondering...

Thank you to all those who believed and support me from the beginning.

Thank you to Marja, Tommi, Esa, Juha Timo, Terhi, Marja Lisa, Danilll and all those that I can't remember the name but have been important too for the achievment of this project.
And of course, a big thank you to the city of Turku.

I will miss the meetings at Kirja Talo and I will miss all my collegues and friends.
Just don't forget each others.  We have started a path which now is taking many different directions and I know we will cross each other paths now and then again.

THANK YOU!










Monday, June 08, 2015

NEWS

Hallo Everybody!
A little update for you all.
I just cameback from my holiday in UK and a day in London was too less.

Those who know me since my very first years, know also that London is my second city. England is my second land.  I was happy to go back there after so many years; London was waiting me..bigger than the last time, but still my London. London is London. While I was walking through Piccadilly , memories cameback to me like neither a day have been passed since 2002.
All the pubs with jazz music , a dream in my heart to have one day a reading in one of these places.
The Phantom of the Opera still going on in many theatres: an opera that I want to see  one day and many memories were still waiting me there...at the entrance of the metro to Soho...vivid as never before.

Well I will not wait other 10 years to go back in there, this is sure.

The week in UK was not only London. I met my relatives  and I have been with my mum and everyday was an emotional one.

Now I am back in Finland, and the news is that the poetry anthology of Runokohtauksia is out, published by Robustos.
With the project Runokohtaus we will have the premiere night this week 11.6.2015 at the Main library in Turku at 17.00, so welcome to hear us all.

There are 10 my poems in the anthology, translated by the finnish poet Tommi Parkko. All the poems are only in finnish beside one: the intro poem, which is both in finnish and italian.


HERE YOU CAN BUY THE ANTHOLOGY


Next update will be after the premiere.




Thursday, May 14, 2015

INTERCOURSE

I penetrate your soul
bleeding through your dreams
soothe your wounds
shattering your broken wings.
And then 
I ride your soul 
until you'll screming lust
gasping in the emptyness
kissing the void left
before disappearing
in the mist of a dream unfinished.

© Diana Mistera 14.05.2015




Sunday, April 26, 2015

MUSING

Be like the stone
but be also like the water
which run over the stone
without feeling it
as an obstacle
and remember
the water always flow
to join the river.

The sky is  weeping.



© Diana Mistera 2015


Saturday, March 28, 2015

OMEN

You walk away from the pain
you left behind
but without me
you loose your way.

Come, come to me
take my hand and believe.
No time to think
no time to keep
you can't pretend
That I don't exist.

Distances are what
make souls ramble
and hearts humble.

I am in your blood
I am under your skin
your soul is mine
like mine is yours.

We walk along
through those parallel worlds
You are the one
I have been searching for so long
You are my sweetest poison
the eternal temptation.

© Diana Mistera 28.3.2015









Wednesday, March 11, 2015

THE SCARLET WOMAN

Once upon a time I found myself with no memories of the past or plans for the fuure in a place beyond recall. A woman stood in front of me: she was dressed in a scarlet hood which covered her face and I could see only her lips which were scarlet as well, on her skin were marks that I didn't understand and so, as I have always done, I gave them no importance.
She asked me if I wanted to listen to a story, and with no other option available to me at that time, I said yes, and she started her song:

She looked like an angel
but her wings were
one attached to heaven
and the other to hell
She was Innocent and naive
and believed in everything.

He was the sun
shining upon her
charming her with a liquor
he used to called love.
Shadows started to creep
into the mirror that once
reflected the image of a dream
and the wine in the grail
became too sour to drink.
He was a fiery tiger
and she became
the easy prey of that heartless hunter.
She made herself prettier
so she could still be his baby
covering the scars and the marks
with astonishing make up
but it wasn't enough.
She was dying alone
in that golden cage
he had built for her
Her verses became the silent scream
of a soul that slowly stepped
into the path of an announced death.

The scarlet woman paused and only at that point did I notice that she had the grail in one hand and the sword in the other and she continued to sing

Do you understand who I really am?
I have had many names but nowadays
I go with the one that made me best known
I carry in this grail
the abomination and the despair
of those lost souls
that have fallen from grace
calling themselves masters
saviours, keepers.
My consort is Chaos
a beast known for his many tails
I am indeed, Babalon The Great!

Then she poured that wine of astonishment into my glass
and I was left sadly wondering.

(*Quote: Babalon, not to be confused with Babylon, also known as theScarlet Woman,Great Mother or Mother of Abominations, is a goddess found in the mystical system of Thelema, which was established in 1904 with English author and occultist Aleister Crowley's writing of The Book of the Law (although the name Babalon does not occur in that text). In her most abstract form, she represents the female sexual impulse and the liberated woman...)

©It is my own interpretation of this Biblical, and pagan figure.


PS: this prosa /poetry I have prepared for the International women's day- This year theme was " we fight against the violence on women"
I red it the first time, at the International Women's day  on saturday 7.3.2014, at Kumppanuustalo in Hämeenlinna.


















Friday, February 06, 2015

NEWS!

Hallo everybody!

Exciting news are coming about the project Runokohtaus, so stay tuned, but for now thanx to Valentina, for the presentation of me and Orpheus in her blog.
The article is in italian language, and you can read it on  HERE.


Bye for now!

Diana Mistera

Saturday, January 31, 2015

MY ARTICLE ABOUT SIVUVALO IN AN INTERNATIONAL WEB MAGAZINE

Hallo at all!

I have been working hard lately.

The second part of the trrilogy is coming alive , not without little difficulties, so this week practically I took a break, but as you certainly know, my break have always have to do with writings, so I have written this article about Sivuvalo in the italian /international blog World of Writers.

You can read it in HERE.


Bye for now!


Sunday, January 18, 2015

MEMOIR

Here is a new poem.
It is in Finnish language, the original in italian language you find in HERE in italian

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Näin Sinut liikkumattomana
patsaana upoksissa
syvyyden sitomana
ajan mustaan nesteeseen vajonneena.

Katsoin sinua, kutsuin sinua
sieluni alkoi huutaa hiljaa
nuoli iskeytyi hauraaseen sydämeeni
tunkeutui kyynelehtivän sieluni lihaan.

Rakastavaiset, ikuisuudessa
kahlaavat karkulaiset
kuin aaveet antiikkisissa mausoleumeissa
yhä kuolemattomina palvottuina.

Unien varjot
soljuvat muistoihin
joista ei koskaan mainittu
edes Atlantiksen rannoilla.

Hukassa, eksyneenä
ajan hiekkaan hautautuneena
ikuisuuden kudosta kehräten
paluutasi odottaen.

Minä
unohdettu Penelope.
Sinä
tuntematon Odysseus.

© Diana Mistera 2015
© Käännös Pietari Lulu Reinikainen 2015

Wednesday, January 07, 2015

PRINCE LESTAT -Anne Rice-

Review: Diana Mistera

When Anne Rice announced the publication of a new chaper of the Vampire Chronicles, with my beloved Lestat as the main character I was over the moon with happiness, and, as soon as it was possible, I pre-ordered it on amazon.
I didn't know what to expect,and I didn't want to read reviews about the book, because I didn't want to spoil the pleasure of reading it for myself. Sometimes it was frustrating, because I follow Anne Rice's official page on Facebook and I always like to comment on her posts, but I couldn't until I had finished the book.
Now that I have finished it I can say I loved it very much.
There were points at which I had to try to remember what had happened in Interview with the Vampire, Queen of the Damned, and Memnoch the devil, because it's a long time since I read them so, my advice for the new Anne Rice's “fledglings” is to read Vampires Chronicle before Prince Lestat, otherwise it will be difficult to understand many of the characters, their past, how they have been brought to the Dark Gift.
Indeed the first pages immediately introduce the reader to the Blood Genesis, and after that there is the Blood Argot and I found this a great way to start the book, because it explains the history of the Blood and the terminology of the Blood, so I felt like a “fledgling”myself.
The list of the names at the end of the book is a good idea. It is a sort of hierarchy, and I got the idea of a sort of Census, and it was brilliant, because we are talking about Prince Lestat, and the first thing that a Prince will do, at the dawn of a new Empire will in fact be a Census.
As for the Queen of the Damned, in Prince Lestat, every chapter is a different voice, so we are introduced in the new Millenia, to every single vampire,and we get to know what they have done, and what they are doing in this new era, and it's very interesting if we think in terms of the fact that there are vampires that are more than 2000 years old.
There are new immortals which we haven't heard about before and there is that Voice which pierces itself into the mind of the Immortals driving them crazy, and pushing the extermination of the young ones by the fire gift.
There is our beloved Brat Price, who is living the life of a hermit in his old castle, the very one where he was living when he was a young penniless aristocrat, before he was raped by his Maker Magnus, and forced to the Dark Gift.
He is the one who Benji, a young one in the blood, is a 12 year old boy, who sounds far more adult than a teenager, in my opinion,and he is appealing from his radio Network, set in the Trinity Palace,to Lestat, to save the tribe from the extermination that this Voice is planning because, Lestat is The Rockstar who challenged the Old ones from his rock music video to come out,make themselves known to humans, and stop hiding in the darkness, the One who awakened the Queen from her silent sleep, Lestat, is their Prince without any doubt .
The new Millennia is the era of science and new discoveries, so we find Fareed , a youg doctor, brought to the blood by Seth, son of Akasha. They both try to study the nature of the vampires from a scentific point of view.
In every single chapter of the book we see the evolution of the story itself, every single immortal is struggling with their own selves, with different issues, and it is just the Voice that makes that struggle even deeper, especially in Lestat.
I have found the Voice fascinating , for me it resembles the Universal Conscience which each and every one of us has to deal with sometimes: who are we? Where do we come from? Why are we made like this? The Voice is an entity which is eager to learn, to see and feel, but it can't do it, because it is trapped in a body that has no interest in evolution itself, so it has to find a way to reach its ends using whatever it can to get what it wants and I ended up loving it.
Another character that I loved is Louis, I have always loved him, but in this book more so and then there is the sweet Rose, the icon of Innocence, rescued by Lestat during an Earthquake in the Mediterranean sea, his beloved one after Louis. Rose as innocent as a fragile flower, and like every innocent, victim of unspeakable violence.
This book more than any others, left me with a longing for more, I felt a terrible void when I turned the last page, a common feeling I guess, when you have lived alongside every single character during the reading, like part of the vampires tribe.
The writing style, is typical of Anne Rice, it gives you pictures that become alive in your head, and it is just this, that make her books always magical, and what else can a reader ask for?
Now I just have to wait for the sequel, to see, if my intuition has got the right clues about the future of Prince Lestat's reign.




Friday, December 12, 2014

CAST AWAY- revisited 14.12.14-

There are doors
that can't be closed at night
and balances
that can't be broken at daylight
and there is
the stillness of some days
an heavy load to carry
even if I was a giant.
You are there, you always have been there
your shadow follow
and in silence you wait.
I was sure I did let you go
I thought
you have setted me free
and by my will
I followed you once again.
There is not a victory or a defeat
Love is, what make the heart bleed.
You are playing around once again
while I am torn between halos and demons
lost in words with criptic meanings.
If only I could dare...but
I turn my eyes and walk away,
crying in the cold winter rain
singing in silence my ode to the pain.

© Diana Mistera 14.12.2014



Tuesday, December 02, 2014

....

...Every time I need to touch you
I can never break the distance
that's why my love
became so strong and pure
that's why I keep on trying ..

MG

Thursday, November 27, 2014

NEWS

Here is some news!

First of all, my second novel now is available on Lulu, is in italian language.
I am working to an english language edition but it will take time.
It is the first book of a serie of three. :)
If you want to order it , you can do it at the moment in LULU, but in a few weeks will be available also in the major online libraries, such as Amazon.

ORPHEUS


The second news is that the exibition of Runokohtaus is now possible to see, at the Nousiaisten  Library in Turku.

RUNOKOHTAUS NÄYTTELY


This is it for the moment! :)



Tuesday, October 14, 2014

A letter to a friend...

Dear Marian,
I don't know if you will pass by, in my dreams I hope so.
The 30 years complitaion has just arrived in my letter box, and I was happy to see that it is one of the autographed copies.
I was sad to haven't be able to be phisically in Paris for the 30 years party, but I was there in some kind of shape, I can assure you of this.

I am very emotional right now. If people say the time machine doesn't exist, well I don't agree with this. The time machine is inside each one of us, and the motor that will start it is all the the memories you have, and here I am in tears , they are tears of joy of course, because I remember all these 30 years that I have been part of the Alphaville family, so clear that it seems yesterday.

I was 12 when I first saw you..and now here I am 42 years old and still your voice is in my heart and soul so deep that has become part of it.
Memories pass by with every song that is playin in my ears, and yes, You were always there with your songs to help me through all my difficuties, you were and still are my stone.

This is not an awkard attempt of licking your ass, is the truth; you save me many times from the loneliness of my teenage years, and loneliness cause sadness , especially in those years. You were there when others just left  me alone to cope with my demons, and I kept going and going, wishing upon the falling stars the same wish every year.
I knew I was going to meet you someday and so it happend, it was the year 1998, the 1st of August in Neuchatel.
I grew up with you and I always remember who was there everytime I needed a kick in my ass, your words were there, your music, your stories in The Moonpaper.

Lately I have been in the shadow and not in the first rows of your concerts like I used to be, the  hope that one day I will be able to be again in the first row is deep, and when you want something so bad, sooner or later you will get it, I know this, has happened before.

I have had lot of problems lately, life is not easy in a foreigner coutry, especially with the ecomomical crash of the last years. Maybe I have been depressed; depression is the awful sickness of this century and it hits always the  sensitive souls, for some reason, we are always those that have to pay fully the price, and we lick then our scars, but I have seen that also in those moments of the life, you learn something, you become more thougtful and aware of things that others don't feel and of course you look at the world and what surround you with different eyes.
The shadows are there, they will always be...but I look at the  golden light that is at the end of this path.
Somebody once said to get to the light, you have to pass through the darkness first,  all my favourite books are the story of this travel: from the classic Divine Comedy, to Orpheus and Euridice, to The girl without hands.
To learn to love the light you must love also the darkness, they can't be one without another, like the good and the evil.
Is not a coincidence the name of this blog.

I remember the tears and the emotions when we first met, and I remember every second I have been lucky to share with you and all the friends of the italian fans Club Euphoria, you know, with most of them I am still in contact although our roads have taken different directions and end up in different countries too.

I want to thank you for all the pieces of your soul you gave us in all these years, your energy is strong and I can see/feel it in every concert you make, and more is to come, I know this too.
Thank to youtube is not that painful the burden I have, because of me not able to come to see you and sing along until my voice will go away like in the past. KEEP GOING!!!

Thank you for your kindness, I have never met an artist that is so close with his fans like you are, and believe me, this is something  very precious.

Thank you Marian, to let us be always Forever Young!

I love you and always will.

Diana from Finland. :) HERE IS A PIECE OF MEMORY! MY FIRST CONCERT!




Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Sivuvalo: the cartonera book

In here you will find also 3 of my poems in italian and Finnish language. Enjoy it!

Monday, August 25, 2014

LIVING FOR MY DREAMS

I live for my dreams
and when I wake up I am scared
I never want to leave that world
where the shadow of us
is frozen in a moment of rare happiness
where we were smiling,
our eyes disclosed words
that we were not able to speak,
our bodies talked a language
that we were unable to see.
Now it living forever in my words
touching those invisible chords
of a soul forever in love
unable to let you go.
I wait you there every night
but slowly I am surrendering at the reality.
Love is beyond recall
only if we stop to listen to its intuitions
and stop to exist
only if we decide so.

© Diana Mistera 25.08.2014



Friday, August 22, 2014

NEMESIS

Did you ever felt love in the eclipse of the sun?
Everything is still
The present is floating in the nothingness
and the future is on stand.
Silence, and the cold caress of the breeze
run on the skin.
The soul recall its nemesis
for a moment even the time has no barriers.
Ghost are chasing their preys
you know
shadows can't stand companions
but they seek for the bittersweet desire
for a moment that went lost.
I live for the night
just to find you there
drifting roles
we have been over there for too long
longing for the comfort of each others arms
give me now,
a reason why,
we are still on the run.


© Diana Mistera 22.8.2014

Thanx to Poets of the Fall's "Daze" for the inspiration. 





Monday, August 18, 2014

AS PROMISED...

Hallo again!
Like I have promised here is the update of the next event!

Thursday 21.8.2014 with Runokohtaus we will attend the event in Helsinki Runokuu.
We will be at the Library situated in Rikhardinkadun .
In the link you will find the list of our names and, the reading will follow the order of the names that you read HERE. Each of us will read 10 minutes.
Welcome!! Hope to see you there!!!


Tuesday, July 29, 2014

NEWS

Hello There!
A little update:
My second novel is ready, I hope that will be able soon on Lulu.
The title of the first book is officially ORPHEUS .
At the moment is available only in Italian language, but don't be disappointed, I am planning also an English version, but it will take a little bit more time,  if I will not find a publisher in the meantime.
The book is the first of a trilogy. Later next month, I will publish what is all about.

Next month I will take place on an event in Helsinki with Runokohtaus: Runokuu 21-27.8.2014.
I will put as soon as I get,  more detailed informations, but to see what is about here is the link
RUNOKUU PROGRAM

Bye for now!

Thursday, July 17, 2014

TIME

Time to cast aside all the demons
that have been deceiving my heart in the past.
Time to chase the shadows
in a path without traces.
Time to jump in the unknown
leaving this sense of alienation
which, turned a victory into a misery.
Time to forseen the lines
written on a deserted road.
Time....
a shadow hunted by poets
and the oldest illusion
of a bleeding heart.


© Diana Mistera 17.7.2014



Friday, June 27, 2014

FIRE AND ICE

My heart burned
and in a scream
was hidden your name,
no one heard it, but you.
The flames crafted an image,
now frozen in time.
Since the very moment in which
the fire stigmatized their fate
two souls entwined
became eternally confined.

© Diana Mistera 27.06.2014



Thursday, June 26, 2014

HOW I DIED?

How I died?
In the moment your eyes met mine.
You know
I was the keeper of these two worlds
now I am cast aside
from what was that golden prison.
I lived untouched
I, the only warrior that survived
now bend on knees
so far away from thee.

© Diana Mistera 26.6.2014



Friday, June 20, 2014

WORKSHOP 18.6.2014

As I promised, as soon as I had internet I write the experience of the workshop I have had yesterday in Helsinki.
Daniel Marpica was our guide and, from him I have learned what is really the Cartonera; the history of this method and, the making of Cartoneras.

The Cartonera is a social political artistic way of publishing, the founders are Washington Cucurto, Javier Barilaro and Fernanda Laguna.
The movement started in Argentina in 2001 due to the economical crisis that stricken the country. The tough economic conditions led to an increase in the number of cartoneros, people who make their living collecting and selling salvaged materials to recycling plants.
Cartonera books are made from cardboard bought from cartoneros at three to five times the price set by recycling plants. The cardboard is then used to create covers for short books of prose or poetry. Each book cover, is hand painted and sold on the streets at the cost of production in order to increase access to literature. This method of publication has provided the opportunity for unknown authors to be published, as well as for renowned authors to reach a more diverse audience. Beyond selling affordable books, the cartoneras promote literacy and the democratization of literature through workshops and book fairs which bring the greater public in contact with literature. The cartonera publishers also involve the community in the process of book creation and distribution through a cooperative learning experience which pushes aside educational and socioeconomic divides among participants. The books are generally published in small editions of 100 or fewer; however, popular texts are kept in print or printed through neighboring cartoneras.
The result of this, is a real object of art.

So, with the project Sivuvalo, yesterday we were making the Cartoneras of Sivuvalo, in a modern way, but still, maintain the idea of this movement. The hand painted covers have been replaced by a modern laser printer, but beside this, all the materials we have used were completely recycled.
Sivuvalo, Onko tämä Suomalaista kirjallisuutta?” which includes also 3 of my poems with the translations in Finnish language of the project Runokohtaus, has its own Cartoneras now and more is to come.
Almost each of us whose were participating at the workshop, have made 2 books.

We were talking 3 different languages and it was a very nice atmosphere, where cultures were combined together.
What I have learned? Well beside how to make an handmade book, I have learned that we have something to learn from countries of the South America, that have been before, in the situation in which Europe is now. 
To have the possibilities to share the acknowledgment with others, without prejudices is a beautiful thing. The world is changing, the languages are changing and, bring something of your own culture, tradition or history in a foreigner new country, will make the view of the world wider.

We are in an economic crisis and, of course, the poetry, because is a marginal side of the Literature is paying a lot this crisis. 
The Literature in general is going through a very tough moment and, if you are not known, you have no chances to be published by publishers, this is the reason because, the number of self-publishing is increasing all the time.
Poets and artists that move in another country, with another language, find their selves in front of a several walls: 
the wall of the language, 
the wall of the translations,
the wall of the publishers, so, of course, they have to try to find a solution, to stop to be invisible, not for the money or the fame; but just because poetry, art, literature, is part of their identity, is part of their whole being.

So, I hope, and I am sure each of us that were at the workshops think and feel like me, that this Cartoneras will expand in here too, and would be great if Finland could be one of the pioneers along with France and Germany.

Is very good feeling making with your own hands and using only recycled material your own book. :) 





Monday, May 05, 2014

NEVER STOP BLEEDING

When I look behind me
I see too many
blurring pictures witnessed
what we have left untold.
I didn't know then
that my soul
have found its beloved chains
and the heart
had died already thousand times before.

Our eyes came across
even among thousands strangers.
I tried to see what I couldn't capture
I believed what was lost was gone forever
but in that very moment
you pulled the strings
changing the play at your will
putting on, your favorite make up
started to playing with love.

I fell in the trap
while the silent scream
of my shattered heart
was left unheard.
I tried to heal
keeping the beat alive
until, only but a wound was left open
the one, that can see you through all your masks
the one, that you marked as eternally yours
the one, that will  never stop bleeding.

© Diana Mistera 5.5.2014