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Blues III<\/strong><\/p>\n Whatever <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Nicole Stella<\/strong> is a young songwriter and poet. Born in a small town in Northern Italy, she started her musical studies and discovered poetry at a very young age. At University Nicole refines her musical identity discovering her passion for folk. In the meantime she keeps writing poetry and is published by the Italian poet Zairo Ferrante on his blog “Dinanimismo”. From 2013 to 2015 Nicole lived in London, where she established her presence as a talented emerging artist. In August 2015, she released her debut album New Day, to positive response from English and American critics.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Blues III Whatever Walk you made up With your false face Filled with words Suspended within mouth and lie, This is how full My heart is: Old packed cars In the frost of January. Useless and abandoned, Waiting for the machine Who will squeeze their skins away. Nicole Stella is […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10877","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10877","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10877"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10877\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10880,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10877\/revisions\/10880"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10877"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10877"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10877"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWalk you made up
\nWith your false face
\nFilled with words
\nSuspended within mouth and lie,
\nThis is how full
\nMy heart is:
\nOld packed cars
\nIn the frost of January.
\nUseless and abandoned,
\nWaiting for the machine
\nWho will squeeze their skins away.<\/p>\n