Goditi potere e bellezza della tua gioventù.
Non ci pensare!Il potere di bellezza e gioventù lo capirai solo una volta appassite.Ma credimi… tra vent’anni guarderai quelle tue vecchie foto.E in un modo che non puoi immaginare adesso.
Quante possibilità avevi di fronte e che aspetto magnifico avevi!Non eri per niente grasso come ti sembrava.
Non preoccuparti del futuro.
Oppure preoccupati, ma sapendo che questo ti aiuta quanto masticareun chewing-gum per risolvere un’equazione algebrica.
I veri problemi della vita saranno sicuramente cose che non ti erano maipassate per la mente.
Di quelle che ti pigliano di sorpresa alle quattro di un pigro martedì pomeriggio.
Fa’ una cosa, ogni giorno che sei spaventato… canta!
Non esser crudele col cuore degli altri.
Non tollerare la gente che è crudele col tuo.
Lavati i denti.
Non perder tempo con l’invidia.
A volte sei in testa.
A volte resti indietro.
La corsa è lunga… e alla fine è solo con te stesso!
Ricorda i complimenti che ricevi, scordati gli insulti.
Se ci riesci veramente, dimmi come si fa.
Conserva tutte le vecchie lettere d’amore, butta i vecchi estratti conto.
Rilassati.
Non sentirti in colpa se non sai cosa vuoi fare della tua vita.
Le persone più interessanti che conosco, a ventidue anni non sapevano che fare della loro vita.
I quarantenni più interessanti che conosco ancora non lo sanno.
Prendi molto calcio.
Sii gentile con le tue ginocchia, quando saranno partite ti mancheranno.
Forse ti sposerai o forse no.
Forse avrai figli o forse no.
Forse divorzierai a quarant’anni.
Forse ballerai con lei al settantacinquesimo anniversario di matrimonio.
Comunque vada, non congratularti troppo con te stesso, ma non rimproverarti neanche.
Le tue scelte sono scommesse… Come quelle di chiunque altro!
Goditi il tuo corpo.
Usalo in tutti i modi che puoi.
Senza paura e senza temere quel che pensa la gente.
E’ il più grande strumento che potrai mai avere.
Balla!
Anche se il solo posto che hai per farlo è il tuo soggiorno.
Leggi le istruzioni, anche se poi non le seguirai.
Non leggere le riviste di bellezza, ti faranno solo sentire orrendo.
Cerca di conoscere i tuoi genitori.
Non puoi sapere quando se ne andranno per sempre.
Tratta bene i tuoi fratelli.
Sono il migliore legame con il passato e quelli che più probabilmente avranno cura di te in futuro.
Renditi conto che gli amici vanno e vengono.
Ma alcuni, i più preziosi, rimarranno.
Datti da fare per colmare le distanze geografiche e gli stili di vita,perche più diventi vecchio, più hai bisogno delle persone che conoscevi da giovane.
Vivi a New York per un po’, ma lasciala prima che ti indurisca.
Vivi anche in California per un po’, ma lasciala prima che ti rammollisca.
Non fare pasticci coi capelli, se no quando avrai quarant’anni sembreranno di un 85nne.
Sii cauto nell’accettare consigli, ma sii paziente con chi li dispensa.
I consigli sono una forma di nostalgia.
Dispensarli è un modo di ripescare il passato dal dimenticatoio, ripulirlo, passare la vernice sulle parti più brutte e riciclarlo per più di quel che valga.
Ma accetta il consiglio… per questa volta
giovedì 11 dicembre 2008
venerdì 5 dicembre 2008
IL RAZZO STA PER PARTIRE...E' GIUNTA LA MIA ORA!
E così vorresti fare lo scrittore? Se non ti esplode dentro a dispetto di tutto, non farlo. a meno che non ti venga dritto dal cuore e dalla mente e dalla bocca e dalle viscere, non farlo. se devi startene seduto per ore a fissare lo schermo del computer o curvo sulla macchina da scrivere alla ricerca delle parole, non farlo. se lo fai solo per soldi o per fama, non farlo. se lo fai perché vuoi delle donne nel letto, non farlo. se devi startene lì a scrivere e riscrivere, non farlo. se è già una fatica il solo pensiero di farlo, non farlo. se stai cercando di scrivere come qualcun altro, lascia perdere. se devi aspettare che ti esca come un ruggito, allora aspetta pazientemente. se non ti esce mai come un ruggito, fai qualcos'altro. se prima devi leggerlo a tua moglie o alla tua ragazza o al tuo ragazzo o ai tuoi genitori o comunque a qualcuno, non sei pronto. non essere come tanti scrittori, non essere come tutte quelle migliaia di persone che si definiscono scrittori, non essere monotono o noioso e pretenzioso, non farti consumare dall'auto- compiacimento. le biblioteche del mondo hanno sbadigliato fino ad addormentarsi per tipi come te. non aggiungerti a loro. non farlo. a meno che non ti esca dall'anima come un razzo, a meno che lo star fermo non ti porti alla follia o al suicidio o all'omicidio, non farlo. a meno che il sole dentro di te stia bruciandoti le viscere, non farlo. quando sarà veramente il momento, e se sei predestinato, si farà da sé e continuerà finché tu morirai o morirà in te. non c'è altro modo. e non c'è mai stato.
lunedì 1 dicembre 2008
DECEMBER 2002
SHOW
if I only wanted
I would pour my tired soul
in that immaculate sheet
one more time
only one more time
if I only was so brave of writing
not those simple and descriptive words
but those unlimited and multiform one
that live in my mind
harassing him
questions of questions
senseless memories
wandering useless and perverse
small toughts tought just to go crazy
there is an error in the system
is autodestroying itself
eliminating at first the joys
then the pains and then the strenghts
nothing will be left
so you will be happy
and you will dance mocking and beffarde
on your dead body
***
FINAL
in the suicidal streets
you can notice yuor being
in the alcohol streets
you can find death thoughts
and then comes a shadow
in the soul, in the ocean that divide us
a kiss is a moment
that is always repeating
and die right away
with the worry and memory of that istant
while is loosing himself
never scratched, convincing himself to be strong
to be not just to look
all and nothing fit togethere
but not in love
not in the substancial reality
of something that will be
just inside me
inside my last blow of life
***
CONTINUOUS LIGHTNING
return and shake
in the same moment arrived
the memory of you
of that rebellious istant
in which I would have been part of you
and posses all the secrets
of those laughing eyes
eyes of a baby lost in this world
with me
then born and shut up,
in a instant
eternal like a kiss,
the anxiety of penetrate your being
your mind that fly fearless
and your heart, sweet stranger
finally think and wander
and your face is confusing
incredulous in my tought
like an old photo
between the tormented waters
of my soul
***
IS STILL NIGHT
who knows how many arms squeezed you
tonight that follows the dreaming?
how many mysterious ladies seduced
your shining and thoughful eyes?
how many words you said
with your running and unique mounth?
senteces and thoughts that I lost
fragments of you
lost in the vortex
and me, crazy, trying to reach them
maybe I wander in your mind too
close and far memory
my immagine hit you
but not like your hit me
and not so much
and me, mad,
trying to reach you
***
THE ALL AND THE NOTHING
if I were a point
I would shine like in the sky
like underground, shaking and jumping
like a tear vibrated with an invisible hand
in the height I can listen
the irrepressible sublimate strength
I sing the unreal and his essence
I praise the all and the nothing
connected in my soul
I dance on the empty graves
of my love thoughts
I play every second
in the theatre of my life
exists,there is, happens, moves
ask and you will know
you can see the clarity in the mist
in the unveiled obscurity
massive objects
nothing is impossible to be seen
wanting it
everything is possible to do
if you only can
and that is the absurdity of every impotence
if I only wanted
I would pour my tired soul
in that immaculate sheet
one more time
only one more time
if I only was so brave of writing
not those simple and descriptive words
but those unlimited and multiform one
that live in my mind
harassing him
questions of questions
senseless memories
wandering useless and perverse
small toughts tought just to go crazy
there is an error in the system
is autodestroying itself
eliminating at first the joys
then the pains and then the strenghts
nothing will be left
so you will be happy
and you will dance mocking and beffarde
on your dead body
***
FINAL
in the suicidal streets
you can notice yuor being
in the alcohol streets
you can find death thoughts
and then comes a shadow
in the soul, in the ocean that divide us
a kiss is a moment
that is always repeating
and die right away
with the worry and memory of that istant
while is loosing himself
never scratched, convincing himself to be strong
to be not just to look
all and nothing fit togethere
but not in love
not in the substancial reality
of something that will be
just inside me
inside my last blow of life
***
CONTINUOUS LIGHTNING
return and shake
in the same moment arrived
the memory of you
of that rebellious istant
in which I would have been part of you
and posses all the secrets
of those laughing eyes
eyes of a baby lost in this world
with me
then born and shut up,
in a instant
eternal like a kiss,
the anxiety of penetrate your being
your mind that fly fearless
and your heart, sweet stranger
finally think and wander
and your face is confusing
incredulous in my tought
like an old photo
between the tormented waters
of my soul
***
IS STILL NIGHT
who knows how many arms squeezed you
tonight that follows the dreaming?
how many mysterious ladies seduced
your shining and thoughful eyes?
how many words you said
with your running and unique mounth?
senteces and thoughts that I lost
fragments of you
lost in the vortex
and me, crazy, trying to reach them
maybe I wander in your mind too
close and far memory
my immagine hit you
but not like your hit me
and not so much
and me, mad,
trying to reach you
***
THE ALL AND THE NOTHING
if I were a point
I would shine like in the sky
like underground, shaking and jumping
like a tear vibrated with an invisible hand
in the height I can listen
the irrepressible sublimate strength
I sing the unreal and his essence
I praise the all and the nothing
connected in my soul
I dance on the empty graves
of my love thoughts
I play every second
in the theatre of my life
exists,there is, happens, moves
ask and you will know
you can see the clarity in the mist
in the unveiled obscurity
massive objects
nothing is impossible to be seen
wanting it
everything is possible to do
if you only can
and that is the absurdity of every impotence
FALL 2002
SCRAPS
dirty of years
accumulate from centuries
for a second I saw everything old
abandoned
I contemplated myself in a sea of putrefaction
it's not me
it's not my life
it's absurd
and in a such absurdity
everything is fulfilled
now is in peace the past
made of mistakes, joys and tears
the future makes sense
even if is not lived yet
but is loved already
I find my aim
accomplishing that contraddiction
I accomplish myself
***
ALMOST OFF FIRE
I wish you could listen those words
your words
who are you?
I don't know you yet
and you are already oppressing me
hidden love
made of if, but and maybe
show yourself like the sun
or the night
like a whirl made of quiet
or like a placid fire
nothing more!
I don't need you
I squeeze my life in my arms
protecting her from the await arrive
that upset and calm at the same time
more than the day
more than the water
green of gold
trought the heart of the world
a soft promise of happyness
is travelling
***
OPEN SKY
impossible explaining a quid
made of my same unease
born from the bright whirlpools
from the sleeping storms
in my soul
dreaming an american night
when everything seemed possible
thinking about that moments
is like I can look at them, one by one
they pass slow getting by fast
where are they taking me?
genius of the heights
light of my ancestors
let me feel, please,
what I cannot see
and love and kiss
what maybe a day I will touch
****
I let pass the days
pushing them toward the unknown
toward a sunset that is beauty
look and pass
but inside die, moment after moment
and is senseless, absurd and desperate
but is like that!
angry and disappointed
looking wrong the world
trying to love it at the same time
touch everything
every tought, every sigh
not the time though
that feel inside
while is scanning the infinitive
and countingdown to the end
***
OUTBURST I
I have to let them out
give them a shape
colour them with the red of my passion
with the black of my fear
with the white of my pallor
when I just think about you
I have to write in lines
what is persecuting me
what makes my life so lovely
and so hateful at the same time
I have to describe
my eyes wide open during night
and behind them
all my incoherent dreams telling about you
I need to take note of the annoyng pain
almost a burning
that takes me in the stomach
and doesn't leave me anymore
in the very same moment I'm sure
that you will not want me
II
every gesture is futile and senseless
why wake up?
if sleeping I can keep on looking at you
taking refuge between your arms
afraid and shaking
like when I was a girl
when I used to spend awake the night
imaging to be surrounded
by the most monstruous,
the most ruthless and wicked creatures
and then sleep, tiredness
came to bless my sick mind
came to cure me, sweet balm
the sound of your voice
the heat of your body
that gently rock me
singing a lullaby
so sad and dull
but so restful
III
remember that night like now
see again that scene like true
on the contrary it was a dream
but not in my mind
and my being was nourished by it
my senses and my soul
sipping slowly that hug
you
sweet dream
with a human look
you surrounded my fears,
my 16 years made of complex and uncertainty,
with the most passionate hug
has never embraced me
and in a second I saw my heart
join the night
just to plot behind you
another fleeting meeting like that one
to let me fly
beyond the heights
IV
so anguished remember people
that are with Death
but is even more mournful
remember when she took them
with her for ever
for ever
unfortunatly that was not a dream
was an unstoppable reality
indelible, uneliminated
written, read and read again
in the destiny's book
in such painful reality
I, little and hidden,
comforted your son's heart
left alone
in such bad world
so awful, so horrible
that at least
gave me you
V
wind is crazy, let the windows beat
and stir the fall leaves
in that autumn of love
make senseless gestures
like make me fall in love with you
and demand to be followed
in such stupidity
afoot the most sublime moments
like the most ill-omened
he wants take me away with him
crazy old
wants to sacrifice me on his altar
enlightened with scattered flowers
and raining petals
oh my sweet new love
maybe you will have me or maybe not
my mind hang in the balance
between madness and wisdom
and pick the second cause she wants it
and fall in the first
cause she cannot do without
VI
reckless
just for another praise
I will resist looking straight in your eyes
and telling you what I have inside
that neither I know
finding a name
an adjective
an article
for that eager mania
for that incontinence never repressed
for that beneficial outlet
for that love
that posses me all
and I, unhappy and incomplete,
let him posses me
conscoius that later
sure,certain and proof
I will regret it
and want forget your existence
so pleasant and sad to me
at the same time
VII
come to me
another time, the last one
stay by my side
life dream
craved sigh
with a soft squeeze
with a look more penetrating than my night
now enlightened by only one star
that instead of showing the way
is making me vagabonding
miserable from the land of desire
to that of not fulfilment
from the reckless lands of love
to those bare of ignorance
from that cosy land of poem
to that inhospitable of anxiety
that drag me in this world
now turn beautiful
just because of your presence
***
old and sick
unable to love
you suck
more terrible of every disaster
is hating himself
you come decrepit
and cry
I'm not even pityful for you anymore
and I hate even those lines
cause I can see myself between them
crazy and tired
the moment I was so afraid of
arrived
I went crazy
now, I'm sorry for me
but I can hurt myself so badly
and so rightly
crazy like the wind
raging like a foul
dirty of years
accumulate from centuries
for a second I saw everything old
abandoned
I contemplated myself in a sea of putrefaction
it's not me
it's not my life
it's absurd
and in a such absurdity
everything is fulfilled
now is in peace the past
made of mistakes, joys and tears
the future makes sense
even if is not lived yet
but is loved already
I find my aim
accomplishing that contraddiction
I accomplish myself
***
ALMOST OFF FIRE
I wish you could listen those words
your words
who are you?
I don't know you yet
and you are already oppressing me
hidden love
made of if, but and maybe
show yourself like the sun
or the night
like a whirl made of quiet
or like a placid fire
nothing more!
I don't need you
I squeeze my life in my arms
protecting her from the await arrive
that upset and calm at the same time
more than the day
more than the water
green of gold
trought the heart of the world
a soft promise of happyness
is travelling
***
OPEN SKY
impossible explaining a quid
made of my same unease
born from the bright whirlpools
from the sleeping storms
in my soul
dreaming an american night
when everything seemed possible
thinking about that moments
is like I can look at them, one by one
they pass slow getting by fast
where are they taking me?
genius of the heights
light of my ancestors
let me feel, please,
what I cannot see
and love and kiss
what maybe a day I will touch
****
I let pass the days
pushing them toward the unknown
toward a sunset that is beauty
look and pass
but inside die, moment after moment
and is senseless, absurd and desperate
but is like that!
angry and disappointed
looking wrong the world
trying to love it at the same time
touch everything
every tought, every sigh
not the time though
that feel inside
while is scanning the infinitive
and countingdown to the end
***
OUTBURST I
I have to let them out
give them a shape
colour them with the red of my passion
with the black of my fear
with the white of my pallor
when I just think about you
I have to write in lines
what is persecuting me
what makes my life so lovely
and so hateful at the same time
I have to describe
my eyes wide open during night
and behind them
all my incoherent dreams telling about you
I need to take note of the annoyng pain
almost a burning
that takes me in the stomach
and doesn't leave me anymore
in the very same moment I'm sure
that you will not want me
II
every gesture is futile and senseless
why wake up?
if sleeping I can keep on looking at you
taking refuge between your arms
afraid and shaking
like when I was a girl
when I used to spend awake the night
imaging to be surrounded
by the most monstruous,
the most ruthless and wicked creatures
and then sleep, tiredness
came to bless my sick mind
came to cure me, sweet balm
the sound of your voice
the heat of your body
that gently rock me
singing a lullaby
so sad and dull
but so restful
III
remember that night like now
see again that scene like true
on the contrary it was a dream
but not in my mind
and my being was nourished by it
my senses and my soul
sipping slowly that hug
you
sweet dream
with a human look
you surrounded my fears,
my 16 years made of complex and uncertainty,
with the most passionate hug
has never embraced me
and in a second I saw my heart
join the night
just to plot behind you
another fleeting meeting like that one
to let me fly
beyond the heights
IV
so anguished remember people
that are with Death
but is even more mournful
remember when she took them
with her for ever
for ever
unfortunatly that was not a dream
was an unstoppable reality
indelible, uneliminated
written, read and read again
in the destiny's book
in such painful reality
I, little and hidden,
comforted your son's heart
left alone
in such bad world
so awful, so horrible
that at least
gave me you
V
wind is crazy, let the windows beat
and stir the fall leaves
in that autumn of love
make senseless gestures
like make me fall in love with you
and demand to be followed
in such stupidity
afoot the most sublime moments
like the most ill-omened
he wants take me away with him
crazy old
wants to sacrifice me on his altar
enlightened with scattered flowers
and raining petals
oh my sweet new love
maybe you will have me or maybe not
my mind hang in the balance
between madness and wisdom
and pick the second cause she wants it
and fall in the first
cause she cannot do without
VI
reckless
just for another praise
I will resist looking straight in your eyes
and telling you what I have inside
that neither I know
finding a name
an adjective
an article
for that eager mania
for that incontinence never repressed
for that beneficial outlet
for that love
that posses me all
and I, unhappy and incomplete,
let him posses me
conscoius that later
sure,certain and proof
I will regret it
and want forget your existence
so pleasant and sad to me
at the same time
VII
come to me
another time, the last one
stay by my side
life dream
craved sigh
with a soft squeeze
with a look more penetrating than my night
now enlightened by only one star
that instead of showing the way
is making me vagabonding
miserable from the land of desire
to that of not fulfilment
from the reckless lands of love
to those bare of ignorance
from that cosy land of poem
to that inhospitable of anxiety
that drag me in this world
now turn beautiful
just because of your presence
***
old and sick
unable to love
you suck
more terrible of every disaster
is hating himself
you come decrepit
and cry
I'm not even pityful for you anymore
and I hate even those lines
cause I can see myself between them
crazy and tired
the moment I was so afraid of
arrived
I went crazy
now, I'm sorry for me
but I can hurt myself so badly
and so rightly
crazy like the wind
raging like a foul
SUMMER 2002
SUMMER
go in the night quilt of open dreams
feel the forest pride of a leaf
give a shout, last kiss of the silence
indistinct, hushed, wretched
but at the same time always
alive,pulsing,wrapping
leave me in the winter
if I saw the light
I would die
if I couln't embrace and enclose it
filling it with me
irregular essences
meeting in the summer of time
then the final push and out
ejected in the world, surrounded by eyes
touched by smiles, squeezed by kisses
then on your legs
you have to walk, go
then between friends
you have to talk, yes
then between guys
you have to love, come on
vital necessity, worthy friend
don't leave me,
final push in the dark
in the night of a dreaming baby
dream that goes on
show me the way
lost in the forest, a woman asks, a girl hopes
never sigh that shout
***ECHO
rise up a star
in the narrow and insipid life
is showing a way
don't leave me lovely pulsar
heat me more
stay in the time, much more than cold,
incandescent
how can you calm a spreading wildfire?
how can a star shine more than the sun?
and the dead moon watch
freezing the dawn between the clouds
feeling and seeing everything
moving the wings of an empty love
vacuous like kisses steal from a fool
like hugs squeezed to not fall down
like strokes lost in the time
under skies fraught of sentence and forgiveness
dare the impossible
in the unreality of a sleeping dream
kidnap knight in the firmament
excluded from me
****
RAYS
I saw far fire burning
listening light looks
in the middle of life
in the thing par excellance
I feel weave my soul
and I aim beyond the world
I would give everything
just to take all the beauty
in one moment.
empty Narcissus
there is not just your face
where are the nymphs and the nature?
everything takes, everything gives
Beauty
***
evident like a wind blow
so hot to light up
a clear sky
touching the infinitive
in my face
***
DROPS
a whirlpool dull and ardent
gentle obscurity
after a long search
at the end
appear
Shadow goddess, friend
pouring yourself in immaculate sheets
like nothing is happening
a day pass
an year and..
nothing more
nothing more is questioning or gnawing
it seems sleeping
in the iced corner
you speak
and she offers you just one distract ear
made of mist
who could never wake her up?
domenica 30 novembre 2008
JUNE 2002
I should cry
on myself, on my misery, my laziness
instead soft soft
a crazy laugh shines
go to the hell my life,
my studies, the love
and the friendship.
be damn and destroyed
if seeing it you should rip off your throat
to shout: Hypocrite!
and now I'm crying , in a see of thoughs,
rowing against myself,fighting with the invisible
I'm beat by the non existent
I'm here, my laugh is attesting that
but I'm somewhere else too
with my cry.
***
IN FRONT
sound of a never heard voice
resound in the sky closed by a shadow
shadow made of light
pain made of love
and in the immense heart of life
rings cheerful the laugh of crying
hesitate heavy the merry sobs
life,
you are gourgeous, you are art, you are poem
I take you in the contradiction of my soul
lovely and solar friend,
big and deep eyes scanning the elusive
stop the pain, the rage, the resentment
get out from the time, the world, from yourself
and look without seeing,
hear without listening,
feel the silent full of words
feel the life vibrating inexpressible
in the spirit's kingdoom
and,in the evident contrast,
everything it's clear
the mistery reveals the only rational explanation
don't know how, don't ask me why
I just know that exist
Anna, friend with a laughing heart,
with a flying mind
with nursing hands,
open your eyes made to speak
and look
the love that understand without words
is holding tight your mute heart
that shout from the abyss of despair
is tighting you, is hugging you
it's right there, it's present
it's more...
is inside you
AGED POEMS
FAIRY TALE
leave him between the words, in the kingdoom of Saying
leave him like a sigh...to don't get it anymore
leave him without thinking,
like a raindrop on the glass.
leave him in the most gentle memories of istants without time
of looks without shyness, of hearts without peace
even more now, sticks out what is not cancelled by the time,
magnificent and terrifying contemplating how much feeling,
how strong and how deep is the track inside me
leave him in the dark made of life,
leave him in the privileged corner,
secluded in the center of my universe,
nestled between two strips of sky
playing,
like Cupid, with the small stars
fairy tale dreams and see you
fleeting reality, slow river
made and scented of flowers.
***
WONDERFUL THOUGHT
extreme sensations entwine
weave togethere thick woofs
and then totally diverge
calm mix with the most impalpable loliness
joy with a sweet and sour flavour
nothing I would change
and in my world happily lonely
between the most imaginative thoughts I rock myself
into the most daring plans I dive
and everything is just so simply
so complicated and so seductively vital.
and I enjoy the slightest sensation as the most appaling,
I feel my life in my hands like never before
and I don't control it neither I waste it
I just feel it, almost grazing it
like tought of word,
power not already in action.
***
THE PAST IN THE PRESENT
lost smiles in the sea of nothing
walking in places exploding of memories
memories, istants live in the present,
made of scents, scented of flavours
oh past nights, how much are you alive tonight?
and my soul is always questioning me,
is never getting calm, is not letting me in peace
she wants to know, why?
she asks and search from her depth
why are you keeping in your hearth those thoughts
that are tearing off you?
the answer is soft and silent
so wanted to not be found
dead leaf in the fall wind
wandering in the sky with no aim
in an over love's season
***
THE BEAUTY
a tought emerges,
word lost in the dreaming,
becomes true, drags herself
then falls weak full of rage.
how many words leftover?
how many jokes?
and yet they taste of cry
subdued and strangled cry,
not a human cry
different like any flower
with a common colour
and yet unique and rare
like a luminescent gem
with sparks sounding of universe
and fall...but doesn't rest,
is up again, is alive, is lonely
is gourgeous like the midnight sun
that smash the stones
of the sky street.
leave him between the words, in the kingdoom of Saying
leave him like a sigh...to don't get it anymore
leave him without thinking,
like a raindrop on the glass.
leave him in the most gentle memories of istants without time
of looks without shyness, of hearts without peace
even more now, sticks out what is not cancelled by the time,
magnificent and terrifying contemplating how much feeling,
how strong and how deep is the track inside me
leave him in the dark made of life,
leave him in the privileged corner,
secluded in the center of my universe,
nestled between two strips of sky
playing,
like Cupid, with the small stars
fairy tale dreams and see you
fleeting reality, slow river
made and scented of flowers.
***
WONDERFUL THOUGHT
extreme sensations entwine
weave togethere thick woofs
and then totally diverge
calm mix with the most impalpable loliness
joy with a sweet and sour flavour
nothing I would change
and in my world happily lonely
between the most imaginative thoughts I rock myself
into the most daring plans I dive
and everything is just so simply
so complicated and so seductively vital.
and I enjoy the slightest sensation as the most appaling,
I feel my life in my hands like never before
and I don't control it neither I waste it
I just feel it, almost grazing it
like tought of word,
power not already in action.
***
THE PAST IN THE PRESENT
lost smiles in the sea of nothing
walking in places exploding of memories
memories, istants live in the present,
made of scents, scented of flavours
oh past nights, how much are you alive tonight?
and my soul is always questioning me,
is never getting calm, is not letting me in peace
she wants to know, why?
she asks and search from her depth
why are you keeping in your hearth those thoughts
that are tearing off you?
the answer is soft and silent
so wanted to not be found
dead leaf in the fall wind
wandering in the sky with no aim
in an over love's season
***
THE BEAUTY
a tought emerges,
word lost in the dreaming,
becomes true, drags herself
then falls weak full of rage.
how many words leftover?
how many jokes?
and yet they taste of cry
subdued and strangled cry,
not a human cry
different like any flower
with a common colour
and yet unique and rare
like a luminescent gem
with sparks sounding of universe
and fall...but doesn't rest,
is up again, is alive, is lonely
is gourgeous like the midnight sun
that smash the stones
of the sky street.
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