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