https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/echoes-of-shadows--6509384enBooks2025https://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/56f347e3955eef315e5fda19410ca675.jpghttps://www.spreaker.com/podcast/echoes-of-shadows--6509384Tue, 04 Feb 2025 19:36:34 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAMARCELLA BOCCIAboccia.marcella@cpiamantova.edu.itIn Echoes of Shadows, Marcella Boccia takes readers on a poetic journey through the depths of the human soul, where light and darkness intertwine, and love, loss, hope, and abandonment coexist. Each verse captures fleeting moments, yet reveals the...cleanepisodichttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/mountains-that-hold-their-breath-for-you-marcella-boccia--64192000Mountains that hold their breath for you (Marcella Boccia)

The mountains stand still in the silence of your name,
their peaks trembling as they cradle the wind,
waiting for the moment you will return,
like the echo of a song that never fades,
carried in the breath of the earth,
whispered in the space between stars. They hold their breath for you,
these ancient sentinels of stone,
worn by time yet unyielding,
their shadows stretched long across the valleys,
as if the very land remembers the footsteps
that once traced their jagged paths. In their stillness, I feel you,
the pulse of your heart beating
in the rhythm of the wind that wraps around me,
a breath of you in every gust,
a presence that haunts the peaks
where we once stood,
and now, the mountains wait in silence,
as if they too, long to hear your voice again.
Oh, love, do you hear them?
The mountains that hold their breath for you,
the same mountains that carried our dreams
and whispered our secrets into the sky.
They have not forgotten,
nor will they ever let go,
of the memory of your touch
that once soothed the earth beneath our feet.
And so, the mountains wait,
forever still, forever watching,
holding their breath for you,
for the moment you return
and the world takes its first breath again,
and the earth rises from the silence
to greet you like a lover,
whispering your name in the wind.]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/64192000Tue, 04 Feb 2025 19:28:29 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAMountains that hold their breath for you (Marcella Boccia) The mountains stand still in the silence of your name, their peaks trembling as they cradle the wind, waiting for the moment you will return, like the echo of a song that never fades, carried...Mountains that hold their breath for you (Marcella Boccia)

The mountains stand still in the silence of your name,
their peaks trembling as they cradle the wind,
waiting for the moment you will return,
like the echo of a song that never fades,
carried in the breath of the earth,
whispered in the space between stars. They hold their breath for you,
these ancient sentinels of stone,
worn by time yet unyielding,
their shadows stretched long across the valleys,
as if the very land remembers the footsteps
that once traced their jagged paths. In their stillness, I feel you,
the pulse of your heart beating
in the rhythm of the wind that wraps around me,
a breath of you in every gust,
a presence that haunts the peaks
where we once stood,
and now, the mountains wait in silence,
as if they too, long to hear your voice again.
Oh, love, do you hear them?
The mountains that hold their breath for you,
the same mountains that carried our dreams
and whispered our secrets into the sky.
They have not forgotten,
nor will they ever let go,
of the memory of your touch
that once soothed the earth beneath our feet.
And so, the mountains wait,
forever still, forever watching,
holding their breath for you,
for the moment you return
and the world takes its first breath again,
and the earth rises from the silence
to greet you like a lover,
whispering your name in the wind.]]>159abandonment,beauty,darkness,dream,echoes,emotions,hope,light,longing,loss,love,melancholy,memory,poetry,reflection,shadows,silence,solitude,soul,timeclean113fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-ghost-of-your-hands-in-mine-marcella-boccia--64191918The ghost of your hands in mine (Marcella Boccia)

There is a ghost that haunts my palms,
the faint imprint of your hands in mine,
woven into the fibers of my skin,
where your touch once lived,
and now, only the echo remains.
I reach for you in the quiet of the night,
and in that hollow space,
I feel you as though you never left—
the warmth of your fingers tracing paths
along the edge of my soul,
as if the distance between us
were nothing but a fleeting thought
lost in the folds of time.
Your hands—soft as a forgotten prayer—
lingered once in the spaces between us,
and now, they slip through my grasp,
a memory that slips between my fingers
like water slipping through a broken glass.
And yet, I hold on,
to the ghost of your hands,
for they are not gone,
but live in the spaces where love once bloomed.
They are the pulse of a past that will never fade,
the whisper of a promise that never breaks. So, I wait,
with the ghost of your hands in mine,
feeling the tender weight of what we were,
and knowing, in the quiet corners of my heart,
that no distance can erase
the touch of you that still lingers,
woven into the fibers of my skin,
where your hands once were,
and still, forever, are.]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/64191918Tue, 04 Feb 2025 19:21:00 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAThe ghost of your hands in mine (Marcella Boccia) There is a ghost that haunts my palms, the faint imprint of your hands in mine, woven into the fibers of my skin, where your touch once lived, and now, only the echo remains. I reach for you in the...The ghost of your hands in mine (Marcella Boccia)

There is a ghost that haunts my palms,
the faint imprint of your hands in mine,
woven into the fibers of my skin,
where your touch once lived,
and now, only the echo remains.
I reach for you in the quiet of the night,
and in that hollow space,
I feel you as though you never left—
the warmth of your fingers tracing paths
along the edge of my soul,
as if the distance between us
were nothing but a fleeting thought
lost in the folds of time.
Your hands—soft as a forgotten prayer—
lingered once in the spaces between us,
and now, they slip through my grasp,
a memory that slips between my fingers
like water slipping through a broken glass.
And yet, I hold on,
to the ghost of your hands,
for they are not gone,
but live in the spaces where love once bloomed.
They are the pulse of a past that will never fade,
the whisper of a promise that never breaks. So, I wait,
with the ghost of your hands in mine,
feeling the tender weight of what we were,
and knowing, in the quiet corners of my heart,
that no distance can erase
the touch of you that still lingers,
woven into the fibers of my skin,
where your hands once were,
and still, forever, are.]]>144abandonment,beauty,darkness,dream,echoes,emotions,hope,light,longing,loss,love,melancholy,memory,poetry,reflection,shadows,silence,solitude,soul,timeclean112fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/a-prayer-woven-in-absence-marcella-boccia--64191855A prayer woven in absence (Marcella Boccia)

I have woven a prayer in the threads of your absence,
each strand a memory, each knot a whispered longing.
The silence of your leaving fills the spaces
where once your voice was a song upon my heart,
and now, it echoes only in the hollow between breaths.
Oh love, how do I speak to you now?
When the air no longer carries your name,
and the stars refuse to shine in the places
where we once danced beneath their gaze?
Still, I call you with a prayer not of words,
but of the spaces we once shared—
the quiet places where the soul touches
what the body cannot reach. In this absence,
I have learned to listen
not to the sound of footsteps,
but to the absence between them,
not to the words we spoke,
but to the silence that carries them onward.
I have woven you into the fabric of the night,
each thread a sigh, each moment a prayer
sent up in the smoke of a fire
that no longer burns,
but whose warmth lingers on the edges of my skin.
So I whisper to the wind,
not for you to hear,
but for the world to feel—
the prayer I have woven in your absence,
a prayer that will remain,
not as a plea for return,
but as a testament to the love
that has no need of presence
to live and breathe
in the spaces we have left behind.]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/64191855Tue, 04 Feb 2025 19:14:10 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAA prayer woven in absence (Marcella Boccia) I have woven a prayer in the threads of your absence, each strand a memory, each knot a whispered longing. The silence of your leaving fills the spaces where once your voice was a song upon my heart, and...A prayer woven in absence (Marcella Boccia)

I have woven a prayer in the threads of your absence,
each strand a memory, each knot a whispered longing.
The silence of your leaving fills the spaces
where once your voice was a song upon my heart,
and now, it echoes only in the hollow between breaths.
Oh love, how do I speak to you now?
When the air no longer carries your name,
and the stars refuse to shine in the places
where we once danced beneath their gaze?
Still, I call you with a prayer not of words,
but of the spaces we once shared—
the quiet places where the soul touches
what the body cannot reach. In this absence,
I have learned to listen
not to the sound of footsteps,
but to the absence between them,
not to the words we spoke,
but to the silence that carries them onward.
I have woven you into the fabric of the night,
each thread a sigh, each moment a prayer
sent up in the smoke of a fire
that no longer burns,
but whose warmth lingers on the edges of my skin.
So I whisper to the wind,
not for you to hear,
but for the world to feel—
the prayer I have woven in your absence,
a prayer that will remain,
not as a plea for return,
but as a testament to the love
that has no need of presence
to live and breathe
in the spaces we have left behind.]]>146clean111fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/fading-letters-on-the-lips-of-the-moon-marcella-boccia--64189273Fading letters on the lips of the moon (Marcella Boccia)

The moon, pale as a forgotten dream,
whispers to the night in fading letters,
carved upon its lips in silver strokes,
a language only the stars can understand.
Each word drifts, like a forgotten prayer,
carried away by the silence between breaths,
and in the stillness, I hear you,
not in the shapes of letters,
but in the spaces they leave behind.
Oh, love, our names were once written
in the light of that moon,
but now they fade,
like ink dissolved in the tide of time,
and yet, the echo of your voice lingers
in the soft curves of the moon’s pale face.
The wind does not remember our touch,
the earth cannot hold our footsteps,
but the moon still cradles our whispers,
and the fading letters we spoke to each other
are etched upon the sky
as if time itself could not erase them. In the quiet of the night,
I reach for you in the dark,
my hands tracing the words the moon forgets to say—
and in that silence,
I find you again,
not in the fading letters,
but in the love they leave behind,
written on the lips of the moon.]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/64189273Tue, 04 Feb 2025 15:50:50 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAFading letters on the lips of the moon (Marcella Boccia) The moon, pale as a forgotten dream, whispers to the night in fading letters, carved upon its lips in silver strokes, a language only the stars can understand. Each word drifts, like a...Fading letters on the lips of the moon (Marcella Boccia)

The moon, pale as a forgotten dream,
whispers to the night in fading letters,
carved upon its lips in silver strokes,
a language only the stars can understand.
Each word drifts, like a forgotten prayer,
carried away by the silence between breaths,
and in the stillness, I hear you,
not in the shapes of letters,
but in the spaces they leave behind.
Oh, love, our names were once written
in the light of that moon,
but now they fade,
like ink dissolved in the tide of time,
and yet, the echo of your voice lingers
in the soft curves of the moon’s pale face.
The wind does not remember our touch,
the earth cannot hold our footsteps,
but the moon still cradles our whispers,
and the fading letters we spoke to each other
are etched upon the sky
as if time itself could not erase them. In the quiet of the night,
I reach for you in the dark,
my hands tracing the words the moon forgets to say—
and in that silence,
I find you again,
not in the fading letters,
but in the love they leave behind,
written on the lips of the moon.]]>132clean110fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/where-the-wind-forgets-to-carry-you-marcella-boccia--64181650Where the wind forgets to carry you (Marcella Boccia)

There is a place where the wind forgets to carry you,
where the silence of the air speaks louder than breath,
and the world stands still,
holding its secret in the curve of a forgotten sky.
Here, the earth whispers your name,
not in the language of the living,
but in the quiet murmur of the past,
where time folds its wings
and dreams no longer wander.
The wind once sang your presence to me,
a song woven from the thread of moments we shared,
but now, it carries only the scent of absence,
and the weight of words left unsaid.
Oh, love, do you hear it too?
The silence that blooms between us,
like a flower that never opens,
its petals closed to the touch of time.
In the place where the wind forgets to carry you,
I search for your shadow—
not in the places we once walked,
but in the spaces where silence wraps itself around me,
and I wait for the winds to remember.
For even here, where the world moves on,
there is a stillness that holds us,
a love that cannot fade,
for it is written in the very air,
where the wind forgets to carry you,
but never forgets to carry me.]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/64181650Tue, 04 Feb 2025 05:08:14 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAWhere the wind forgets to carry you (Marcella Boccia) There is a place where the wind forgets to carry you, where the silence of the air speaks louder than breath, and the world stands still, holding its secret in the curve of a forgotten sky. Here,...Where the wind forgets to carry you (Marcella Boccia)

There is a place where the wind forgets to carry you,
where the silence of the air speaks louder than breath,
and the world stands still,
holding its secret in the curve of a forgotten sky.
Here, the earth whispers your name,
not in the language of the living,
but in the quiet murmur of the past,
where time folds its wings
and dreams no longer wander.
The wind once sang your presence to me,
a song woven from the thread of moments we shared,
but now, it carries only the scent of absence,
and the weight of words left unsaid.
Oh, love, do you hear it too?
The silence that blooms between us,
like a flower that never opens,
its petals closed to the touch of time.
In the place where the wind forgets to carry you,
I search for your shadow—
not in the places we once walked,
but in the spaces where silence wraps itself around me,
and I wait for the winds to remember.
For even here, where the world moves on,
there is a stillness that holds us,
a love that cannot fade,
for it is written in the very air,
where the wind forgets to carry you,
but never forgets to carry me.]]>139abandonment,beauty,darkness,dream,echoes,emotions.,hope,light,longing,loss,love,melancholy,memory,poetry,reflection,shadows,silence,solitude,soul,timeclean19fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/footprints-lost-in-time-marcella-boccia--64181560
In the sands of forgotten years,
our footsteps vanish,
soft as whispers in the wind,
carried away by the breath of time.
Once, we walked with the earth beneath us,
our souls tangled in the rhythm of the world,
but now, only echoes remain,
like the faintest memory of a song never sung.
The path we traced is now a dream,
faded, blurred,
but I feel it still—
the touch of your hand in mine,
the warmth of a moment lost
beneath the weight of endless days.
Time, a thief in the night,
steals the traces of our journey,
leaving behind nothing but silence
and the soft ache of things we can never reclaim.
Yet in the stillness of the passing hours,
I find you,
not in the places we once stood,
but in the spaces between the seconds,
where love lingers, untouched by time.
Our footprints are lost,
but they are not gone,
for they remain in the heart of the earth,
beneath the sky that saw us walk—
a silent testament to the love
that time cannot erase.]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/64181560Tue, 04 Feb 2025 05:01:20 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAFootprints lost in time (Marcella Boccia) In the sands of forgotten years, our footsteps vanish, soft as whispers in the wind, carried away by the breath of time. Once, we walked with the earth beneath us, our souls tangled in the rhythm of the...
In the sands of forgotten years,
our footsteps vanish,
soft as whispers in the wind,
carried away by the breath of time.
Once, we walked with the earth beneath us,
our souls tangled in the rhythm of the world,
but now, only echoes remain,
like the faintest memory of a song never sung.
The path we traced is now a dream,
faded, blurred,
but I feel it still—
the touch of your hand in mine,
the warmth of a moment lost
beneath the weight of endless days.
Time, a thief in the night,
steals the traces of our journey,
leaving behind nothing but silence
and the soft ache of things we can never reclaim.
Yet in the stillness of the passing hours,
I find you,
not in the places we once stood,
but in the spaces between the seconds,
where love lingers, untouched by time.
Our footprints are lost,
but they are not gone,
for they remain in the heart of the earth,
beneath the sky that saw us walk—
a silent testament to the love
that time cannot erase.]]>122abandonment,beauty,darkness,dream,echoes,emotions.,hope,light,longing,loss,love,melancholy,memory,poetry,reflection,shadows,silence,solitude,soul,timeclean18fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/in-the-silence-between-our-names-marcella-boccia--64181543
In the silence between our names,
where the world forgets to breathe,
I hear you—
not in words, but in the space between,
where every heartbeat is a question,
and every breath an answer we never spoke.
We are echoes,
our souls caught in the pause of time,
your presence like the wind
that touches without touching,
soft and cold,
a shadow that lingers even in daylight.
I carry you like a dream
that slips away with the dawn,
but leaves its fragrance in my hands,
a scent that lingers on my skin
long after you have vanished
into the realm of forgotten moments.
Oh love, do you feel it too?
The weight of what was never said,
the space between us where nothing exists,
but everything is born and dies
in the quiet dance of longing?
In the silence between our names,
we are both lost and found—
woven together in a thread so fine
it cannot be touched,
only remembered.]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/64181543Tue, 04 Feb 2025 04:55:28 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAIn the silence between our names (Marcella Boccia) In the silence between our names, where the world forgets to breathe, I hear you— not in words, but in the space between, where every heartbeat is a question, and every breath an answer we never...
In the silence between our names,
where the world forgets to breathe,
I hear you—
not in words, but in the space between,
where every heartbeat is a question,
and every breath an answer we never spoke.
We are echoes,
our souls caught in the pause of time,
your presence like the wind
that touches without touching,
soft and cold,
a shadow that lingers even in daylight.
I carry you like a dream
that slips away with the dawn,
but leaves its fragrance in my hands,
a scent that lingers on my skin
long after you have vanished
into the realm of forgotten moments.
Oh love, do you feel it too?
The weight of what was never said,
the space between us where nothing exists,
but everything is born and dies
in the quiet dance of longing?
In the silence between our names,
we are both lost and found—
woven together in a thread so fine
it cannot be touched,
only remembered.]]>115abandonment,beauty,darkness,dream,echoes,emotions.,hope,light,longing,loss,love,melancholy,memory,poetry,reflection,shadows,silence,solitude,soul,timeclean17fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/echoes-of-your-vanished-dawn-marcella-boccia--64181518
In the quiet of the morning’s breath,
where shadows linger like forgotten prayers,
I search for you—
your light, once a fire in the sky,
now only the whisper of a promise broken.
Your dawn was a song I did not know I would miss,
its warmth like the first touch of summer,
and we—so young, so alive—
watched the world unfold in the curve of your smile.
But time, relentless, stole the colors from our skies,
and I, now a wanderer of yesterdays,
am left with nothing but the echoes,
soft and haunting,
of a light that no longer rises.
Oh love, can you hear it too?
The sound of your vanished dawn
calling to me in the stillness of the hours—
a faint trace of laughter in the wind,
a memory I cannot hold,
but can never let go. Your sunrise is a story now,
a dream that I keep buried beneath my ribs,
where it flickers like a candle,
fighting to stay alive
in the cold and endless night.]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/64181518Tue, 04 Feb 2025 04:49:38 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAEchoes of your vanished dawn (Marcella Boccia) In the quiet of the morning’s breath, where shadows linger like forgotten prayers, I search for you— your light, once a fire in the sky, now only the whisper of a promise broken. Your dawn was a song I...
In the quiet of the morning’s breath,
where shadows linger like forgotten prayers,
I search for you—
your light, once a fire in the sky,
now only the whisper of a promise broken.
Your dawn was a song I did not know I would miss,
its warmth like the first touch of summer,
and we—so young, so alive—
watched the world unfold in the curve of your smile.
But time, relentless, stole the colors from our skies,
and I, now a wanderer of yesterdays,
am left with nothing but the echoes,
soft and haunting,
of a light that no longer rises.
Oh love, can you hear it too?
The sound of your vanished dawn
calling to me in the stillness of the hours—
a faint trace of laughter in the wind,
a memory I cannot hold,
but can never let go. Your sunrise is a story now,
a dream that I keep buried beneath my ribs,
where it flickers like a candle,
fighting to stay alive
in the cold and endless night.]]>113abandonment,beauty,darkness,dream,echoes,emotions,hope,light,longing,loss,love,melancholy,memory,poetry,reflection,shadows,silence,solitude,soul,timeclean16fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/a-river-that-no-longer-remembers-our-steps-marcella-boccia--64178721
The river once kissed our feet with whispers,
a quiet song beneath the moon,
its current, tender with secrets,
carried us where time dissolved. We were the dream of its waters,
our laughter like ripples in its embrace,
but now, it flows—silent, untold,
forgetting the dance of our shadows.
Do you remember how the night would fold
its wings around us, soft as velvet,
and the stars, distant and eager,
watched us as if we were the world?
Now, the river is a stranger,
its surface cold, unyielding,
and I, the traveler of memories,
stand at its edge, seeking what has fled.
It no longer remembers our steps,
our hearts that beat in time with its flow,
only the quiet rush of its waters
as they slip away, like dreams at dawn.
Yet in the silence of its currents,
I still hear the echo of your name,
a distant call, a fading prayer,
lost forever to the river's soul.]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/64178721Tue, 04 Feb 2025 00:24:00 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAA river that no longer remembers our steps (Marcella Boccia) The river once kissed our feet with whispers, a quiet song beneath the moon, its current, tender with secrets, carried us where time dissolved. We were the dream of its waters, our laughter...
The river once kissed our feet with whispers,
a quiet song beneath the moon,
its current, tender with secrets,
carried us where time dissolved. We were the dream of its waters,
our laughter like ripples in its embrace,
but now, it flows—silent, untold,
forgetting the dance of our shadows.
Do you remember how the night would fold
its wings around us, soft as velvet,
and the stars, distant and eager,
watched us as if we were the world?
Now, the river is a stranger,
its surface cold, unyielding,
and I, the traveler of memories,
stand at its edge, seeking what has fled.
It no longer remembers our steps,
our hearts that beat in time with its flow,
only the quiet rush of its waters
as they slip away, like dreams at dawn.
Yet in the silence of its currents,
I still hear the echo of your name,
a distant call, a fading prayer,
lost forever to the river's soul.]]>110abandonment,beauty,darkness,dream,echoes,emotions.,hope,light,longing,loss,love,melancholy,memory,poetry,reflection,shadows,silence,solitude,soul,timeclean15fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/whispers-among-the-cedars-marcella-boccia--64178489
The wind carries your name through the valleys,
a ghost of syllables lost in time,
woven into the hush of cedars
that lean toward the sky in silent prayer.
I walk where we once walked,
where dusk wrapped us in amber light,
but now only shadows keep me company,
only the echoes of your laughter remain.
Oh love, the years have turned to dust,
scattered like petals on forgotten roads,
and yet, when the moon spills silver on the earth,
I swear I hear your voice in the trees.
Do you remember the night the stars burned for us?
When the lake knew our secrets,
and my hands—trembling, alive—
held the fleeting eternity of your touch?
Now, the cedars whisper lullabies
to a heart that no longer dreams,
yet in their song, I listen for you,
a prayer, a shadow, a name on the wind.]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/64178489Tue, 04 Feb 2025 00:18:12 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAWhispers among the cedars (Marcella Boccia) The wind carries your name through the valleys, a ghost of syllables lost in time, woven into the hush of cedars that lean toward the sky in silent prayer. I walk where we once walked, where dusk wrapped us...
The wind carries your name through the valleys,
a ghost of syllables lost in time,
woven into the hush of cedars
that lean toward the sky in silent prayer.
I walk where we once walked,
where dusk wrapped us in amber light,
but now only shadows keep me company,
only the echoes of your laughter remain.
Oh love, the years have turned to dust,
scattered like petals on forgotten roads,
and yet, when the moon spills silver on the earth,
I swear I hear your voice in the trees.
Do you remember the night the stars burned for us?
When the lake knew our secrets,
and my hands—trembling, alive—
held the fleeting eternity of your touch?
Now, the cedars whisper lullabies
to a heart that no longer dreams,
yet in their song, I listen for you,
a prayer, a shadow, a name on the wind.]]>105abandonment,beauty,darkness,dream,echoes,emotions.,hope,light,longing,loss,love,melancholy,memory,poetry,reflection,shadows,silence,solitude,soul,timeclean14fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/between-the-cedars-and-the-stars-marcella-boccia--64178453
I have counted the years in falling leaves,
each one a whisper of your name,
scattered by winds that do not know
the weight of longing, the ache of distance.
The moon still carves your silhouette in the dark,
a quiet ghost against the sky,
and though the river has forgotten our steps,
I still hear your laughter in its tide.
Oh, my love, my vanished dawn,
the mountains have held their breath for you,
and I, a lonely pilgrim of memory,
trace your absence in the dust of time.
Do you still walk among the cedars,
where our shadows once entwined?
Do your hands still weave the night
with stories only silence can tell?
Years have turned to mist between us,
yet I wake with your name on my lips,
a prayer, a wound, a fragment of light
waiting to be whole again.]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/64178453Tue, 04 Feb 2025 00:12:40 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIABetween the cedars and the stars (Marcella Boccia) I have counted the years in falling leaves, each one a whisper of your name, scattered by winds that do not know the weight of longing, the ache of distance. The moon still carves your silhouette in...
I have counted the years in falling leaves,
each one a whisper of your name,
scattered by winds that do not know
the weight of longing, the ache of distance.
The moon still carves your silhouette in the dark,
a quiet ghost against the sky,
and though the river has forgotten our steps,
I still hear your laughter in its tide.
Oh, my love, my vanished dawn,
the mountains have held their breath for you,
and I, a lonely pilgrim of memory,
trace your absence in the dust of time.
Do you still walk among the cedars,
where our shadows once entwined?
Do your hands still weave the night
with stories only silence can tell?
Years have turned to mist between us,
yet I wake with your name on my lips,
a prayer, a wound, a fragment of light
waiting to be whole again.]]>101abandonment,beauty,darkness,dream,echoes,emotions,hope,light,longing,loss,love,melancholy,memory,poetry,reflection,shadows,silence,solitude,soul,timeclean13fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/your-eyes-as-black-as-the-night-marcella-boccia--64178417
Your eyes are as black as the night,
a thousand shadows hiding in their depths,
where I lose myself,
and find the world I thought I knew,
only to see it vanish beneath their gaze.
In those eyes, I have seen the silence of forgotten stars,
the mysteries of moons that never rose,
and the weight of years that were never ours to touch.
Each glance is a storm,
a flood of darkness that pulls me into its embrace,
and I surrender willingly,
for what is light when your eyes are the very essence of the night?
Oh, the secrets they carry,
woven into the spaces between your lashes,
whispered in the language of shadows,
spoken only in the places where love dares not tread.
And yet, I know them,
those secrets, hidden in the depth of your gaze,
as if the darkness itself held its breath
just to let me see the truth in your eyes—
a truth that neither time nor distance can erase.
Your eyes, black as the night,
are where I dwell,
where I wait for the dawn
that may never come,
but still, I long for it,
for in the endless dark,
I am forever drawn to the light
that flickers quietly in the shadows of your gaze.]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/64178417Tue, 04 Feb 2025 00:07:16 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIAYour eyes as black as the night (Marcella Boccia) Your eyes are as black as the night, a thousand shadows hiding in their depths, where I lose myself, and find the world I thought I knew, only to see it vanish beneath their gaze. In those eyes, I...
Your eyes are as black as the night,
a thousand shadows hiding in their depths,
where I lose myself,
and find the world I thought I knew,
only to see it vanish beneath their gaze.
In those eyes, I have seen the silence of forgotten stars,
the mysteries of moons that never rose,
and the weight of years that were never ours to touch.
Each glance is a storm,
a flood of darkness that pulls me into its embrace,
and I surrender willingly,
for what is light when your eyes are the very essence of the night?
Oh, the secrets they carry,
woven into the spaces between your lashes,
whispered in the language of shadows,
spoken only in the places where love dares not tread.
And yet, I know them,
those secrets, hidden in the depth of your gaze,
as if the darkness itself held its breath
just to let me see the truth in your eyes—
a truth that neither time nor distance can erase.
Your eyes, black as the night,
are where I dwell,
where I wait for the dawn
that may never come,
but still, I long for it,
for in the endless dark,
I am forever drawn to the light
that flickers quietly in the shadows of your gaze.]]>140abandonment,beauty,darkness,dream,echoes,emotions,hope,light,longing,loss,love,melancholy,memory,poetry,reflection,shadows,silence,solitude,soul,timeclean12fullhttps://www.spreaker.com/episode/simply-us-marcella-boccia--64178111Simply us  

There are loves that never touch the skin,
that dwell in the soul, deep and unyielding,
where words are the only caress,
and silence speaks louder than any embrace.
We have never held each other in the heat of desire,
no hands entwined, no bodies bound,
yet in the quiet of our hearts,
we have burned brighter than the stars
that knew no distance. 
The world believes love is made of flesh,
of tender glances and warm nights,
but ours is forged in the unspoken,
in the space where we linger without needing to be seen.
In the chambers of time, we remain,
untouched, yet unbroken,
a love that has not withered in the absence of touch,
but has grown stronger in its quiet defiance
of the world’s expectations. 
It is the love of knowing without knowing,
of feeling with a depth that no hands can measure,
a force that trembles the earth beneath us,
though no one has ever seen the tremor.
Ours is the strength of an eternal promise,
woven not in the fabric of touch,
but in the threads of thought,
and in the bond that exists when the world sleeps,
unaware of the love that burns,
undeniable, in the spaces between us.]]>https://api.spreaker.com/episode/64178111Mon, 03 Feb 2025 23:46:00 +0000MARCELLA BOCCIASimply us   There are loves that never touch the skin, that dwell in the soul, deep and unyielding, where words are the only caress, and silence speaks louder than any embrace. We have never held each other in the heat of desire, no hands entwined,...Simply us  

There are loves that never touch the skin,
that dwell in the soul, deep and unyielding,
where words are the only caress,
and silence speaks louder than any embrace.
We have never held each other in the heat of desire,
no hands entwined, no bodies bound,
yet in the quiet of our hearts,
we have burned brighter than the stars
that knew no distance. 
The world believes love is made of flesh,
of tender glances and warm nights,
but ours is forged in the unspoken,
in the space where we linger without needing to be seen.
In the chambers of time, we remain,
untouched, yet unbroken,
a love that has not withered in the absence of touch,
but has grown stronger in its quiet defiance
of the world’s expectations. 
It is the love of knowing without knowing,
of feeling with a depth that no hands can measure,
a force that trembles the earth beneath us,
though no one has ever seen the tremor.
Ours is the strength of an eternal promise,
woven not in the fabric of touch,
but in the threads of thought,
and in the bond that exists when the world sleeps,
unaware of the love that burns,
undeniable, in the spaces between us.]]>205abandonment,beauty,darkness,dream,echoes,emotions,hope,light,longing,loss,love,melancholy,memory,poetry,reflection,shadows,silence,solitude,soul,timeclean11full