 Maria Tosti was born in Perugia, Italy, and lives in a small Umbrian town crossed by the river Tiber. She writes poems since she was a teenager. She participated at several national poetry awards along the years, getting many appreciations. Her writings appeared in various nationals and international literary journals, magazines, literary blogs, poetry platforms and anthologies. Her poetry is a path of reflections and considerations on the human existence and the life experiences. Creating is a breath of art for her, and setting the emotions on the paper is to give voice to the inspiration that comes from inside with insistence. She is convinced that Poetry doesn’t belong only to the intellectuals, but it belongs to everybody because it is a universal message destined to touch the strings of the sensitivity of each individual, permeating the nuances of his feeling. She usually writes in Italian but she likes writing poetry in other languages too, such as English, Spanish and French. Her artistic works also include visual poems, thanks to her passion for photography. She also wrote the text of some songs in Italian, looking for a new way of expression and a new artistic technique. Two of her texts have been set to music, one by the Italian composer Pasqualino Moscatelli, and the other by the master Daniel Cianelli. Her literary debut was with the poetry book "Voci ai confini dell’anima”, that can be translated into “Voices to the bounderies of the soul”, published by Thoth Editions in the year 2014 both in paper and eBook format. The book includes poems in Italian, English, French and Spanish. Website: http://mariatosti.wixsite.com/mariatosti Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Maria-Tosti-1562593050627073/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCw1jfqlgADNhIoXN_bdDoCg Myspace: https://myspace.com/maria.tosti TO THE BOUNDERIES OF THE SOUL Come on, I will take you with me on this short journey towards the boundaries of the soul. I'm waiting for you at the crossroads of infinity along with an old suitcase of memories, of letters and photos worn by time. I will take you to know the canvases that I have painted with just my words, using emotions for colours, stealing everywhere foreshortenings of life. I will let you look at the world with my eyes, to taste the days of sun and storm, you will see sunsets colour the sky and horizons stretch as far as you can see and days of rain wash away every bitterness, going beyond the bridges of restlessness. I will lead you through rural paths, to calm waters and harmonious hills, to the pleasant search for kingdoms where emotions and feelings take life and beat the time that passes. The soul is our true abode, rooted in every breath of ours. To find its true essence is to discover its universe. I leave you a part of me on this journey, in these pages written with the ink of dreams, TAKE CARE OF IT... © Maria Tosti 2014 from the booktrailer “Voices to the bounderies of the soul” THE ACTOR A hundred lives, a thousand stories, many faces and expressions, feelings, shields for your inner most being. Your identity is already hidden, another place and another story will begin again. Applause, smiles, fragments already lived, and roses, cheers, the emotions are never the same. The soul dances in this reality, another train and another place are already waiting for you. Under the makeup seasons grow old, sheltered emotions struggle, real characters follow each other, stages invent you. At the end of your days you can say that you have lived so many lives, so many stories, as many as possible. Your identity is going to wake up but imagination mingles with reality. Under the makeup seasons grow old, sheltered emotions struggle, real characters follow each other, stages invent you. The curtains of life then close, but memories and emotions remain, some tears hide your eyes from the eyes that follow you. (poem dedicated to the Italian actor and friend Filippo Timi) © Maria Tosti 2014 from "Voci ai confini dell'anima" poetry book Thoth Editions - “Voices to the Bounderies of the Soul” - THE FORGIVENESS OF THE SKY Fleeting sun among leaden clouds is moved to pity among bare branches grants grace on this icy day stays there observing our narrowness. It’s like the eye of a fearful God who, stern, scans his creatures takes by the hand their pains and forgets their faults. The interlaced branches are the streets of the soul pulsating arteries of life’s desires now bare of that wealth which softens every agony. But today the Sky bends down upon them has breathed a light wind taking away their fears and granting them His forgiveness. © Maria Tosti 2014 from "Voci ai confini dell'anima" poetry book - “Voices to the Bounderies of the Soul” - I KNOW... I know your eyes distant and rebel when refusal doesn't accept any reason. I know the continuous sinking of your soul in moments of extreme anguish. I know the slow run of your thoughts upon the wings of the wind chasing forgotten melodies. I know your rage, your innate confusion, your dancing heart and your curiosity. I know your deceiving sweetness, your wandering without pose, your strength and your fragility. I know your free spirit, flight of an eagle between passions and ambitions. I know your tears, liberating rivulets of water that fall suffering on your melancholies. I know your eyes, windows of the sky open to the world to gather up the essence of life. © Maria Tosti 2014 from "Voci ai confini dell'anima" poetry book Thoth Editions - “Voices to the Bounderies of the Soul” - 
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