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
