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written by: Izabella T. Kostka


It lights up every dawn
like fog lights,
restarts neurons
disconnected for a night's rest.

I move the eyelash curtains
- shutters that isolate me from the world -
load the batteries
with a sip of an espresso.

Even today
I will pay the toll
on the highway of life.

Izabella T. Kostka

Izabella T. Kostka

IZABELLA TERESA KOSTKA was born in Poznań (Poland) and since 2001 has been living in Milan. She is a graduate in piano, is an Italian-Polish writer and poet, piano teacher, freelance journalist, translator, organizer and presenter of cultural events as well as creator and coordinator of the international cultural program "Verseggiando sotto gli astri of Milan". For poetry she has won numerous national and international awards and many important awards for her cultural activity. She has published ten poetic collections in Italian including a bilingual Italo-Polish, her works are present on many prestigious anthologies, including "Novecento non più. Towards Terminal Realism" with a letter from Guido Oldani, her publications appear on several sites and in numerous literary magazines in Italy and Poland. Guest of numerous radio and television broadcasts, she has participated in many prestigious publishing fairs including the International Book Fair in Turin, and for years has participated in the international Bookcity show in Milan. She is also a Brand Ambassador of the Terminal Realism for Poland.
Izabella T. Kostka

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