Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…


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… My thirsty heart, fill up the glass,

by magical drink from a distant home.

My crude drink with its fiery touch-

has reddened the eyes of the world…

… Full of enthusiasm-

the horizon’s boundary-

acquired a new life-

by the spirit of that drink.

Life of cold and dark submerged in despair.

Why not get a new look-

by the brightness of that life…


… By that irresistible magnetism-

make me drunk.

By the naked flame of the desert-

bake my existence.

Insert in my limbs of every joint,

inject in my blood-

all the bounty of life.

Reflecting the dazzling light of yours,

may a storm drew to call the light!! …




Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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