Claudia Piccinno Claudia Piccinno was born in the south of Italy, but she lives and teaches in the north of Italy . Operating in more than 100 anthologies, she’s a former member of the jury in many national and international literary prizes. She is the Continental Director for Europe in the World Festival Poetry, she represents Istanbul culture in Italy as Ambassador of IstSanat Art Association. She has published 34 poetry books, among his own poetry collections and other poets’ translation into italian language. She was conferred with the most prestigious award “Stele of Rosetta” in Istanbul in 2016, “World icon for peace” for Wip in Ondo city, Nigeria, on April 2017 ; Najiman prize in Liban on July 2018 and almost 250 prize in Italy for cultural merits. Her poem “In Blue” is played on a majolica stele posted on the seafront in Santa CaterinadiNardo (Le). She is european editor for the international literary magazine Papirus in Turkey and for Atunis Magazine international. She is responsible for poetry in the italian magazine called Gazzetta di Istanbul, printed by Italian community.
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L’ARTE DEL SOTTRARRE
THE ART OF SUBTRACTING
Sto imparando l’arte del sottrarre. Da tempo metto in atto la dimenticanza, pedissequamente ignoro nomi e cognomi, mescolo le date, estraggo radici quadrate che diminuiscano il dolore. Mi domando quante parentesi dovrò risolvere prima di trovare il peso specifico di quel macigno che ostruisce leggerezza al mio cuore. Mi affido agli automatismi e all’inerzia ogni volta che smarrisco le parole, provo a dimostrare un enunciato senza formule mandate a memoria, mi sovviene la teoria delle variabili e mi ostino a cercare la x alleggerendo le costanti che mai pareggeranno il dare e avere.
I’m learning the art of substracting For a long time I have put in place forgetfulness, I slavishly ignore names and surnames, I mix the dates, I take out square roots that decrease pain. I wonder how many brackets I will have to solve before finding the specific gravity of that boulder that obstructs lightness to my heart. I rely on automatisms and inertia every time I lose my words, I try to prove a statement without memorized formulas, I am reminded of the theory of variables and I persist in looking for the x lightening the constants that will never equal the give and take. 82
