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Crossing You

written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi

@mb470102

 

Crossing you
Every day

You said
I never noticed
Before
Your eyes
So enchanted

Yet we fused
Two lonely drops
Dripping down
From unstable
Stalactites

Again we parted
A wicked ritual
Chopping off
From prickly stalks
Joyful flowers

Crossing you
Every day

I trust
You cannot avoid
Now
My soul
Sensing the void

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” was published in 2018 by Oedipus Edizioni and the second part "Argos - A poetic Journey/The Battle" will be published by the end of 2019. Massimiliano is now finalising his first collection of English poetry entitled "The Sweny's Collection".
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