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?