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The Dreaming Child

written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi

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I am the inhuman superhero
The invulnerable body on the skyscraper
The insensible soul vaporized over you
Over the heads and the hands
Over insanity, arrogance and vanity

I am the lord of the seven seas
Waiting for the seventh wave
Counting the seventh star
Smelling the seventh rose

I am a religious prop
Digging out the good from the bad
The good from the “bad done for your good”
The good from the “I don’t care”

I am a dark falling angel
Flying as a shooting star
Straight to the heart of earth
The glittering pulsar of the elements

I am the unconscious dreaming child
Trapped in the rhythm of age
Making love with the wind and the wild
Passionate, sweaty, unprotected
And with a smile on my face.

Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi

Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi

Massimiliano Bianchi was born in Rome (2 October 1974), the job of his father implied a change of location every three years leading to integrate the journey as a constant of his life. He lived in several Italian cities to then settle in the beautiful Verona at the age of 12. After his undergraduate studies in Italy, he obtained a PhD in Neuropsychopharmacology from the University of Nottingham in England. Massimiliano worked as a neuroscientist for the pharmaceutical industry first in Italy, then in the United Kingdom, France and finally Ireland, where he created a private neuroscience research company based in the prestigious Trinity College Dublin. In this University, he is also Adjunct professor of the Neurobiology and pharmacology of Depression. A professional neuroscientist and poet during the spare time, in his poems Massimiliano revisits psychological and introspective themes such as the human mind, existential traumas, the relationship with the ego, the journey, the encounter with spirituality and the nature. His first collection of Italian poems entitled “Odysseus – A poetic journey” will be published in June 2018 by Oedipus Edizioni with the preface of the Italian writer Dario Voltolini.
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