Lie down on the terrain;
let your limbs float in the air,
on the pavement, let them
wave just like water waves.
Be whatever you want to be.
Be whoever you want to be;
but keep swimming against
the oblivion; keep breathing
under the mirror of deep
melancholia. It will be worthwhile,
I assure you, it will be worthwhile.
I’m flipping through the pages
of Macbeth once again; it smells
of a cold starry night, pouring
wet and round drops of reconstructed
Stars and dream; dreams and star:
they lead to a new born bright day
with its flattering smile and its blushing
And I wonder if there is not magic
in these kind of mornings: I can…[Read more]
She walks quietly over the blue
and deep ocean; she stands with her
pale hands laying in her sad lap
on a small and fragile bridge:
the blood-ish sky mingles with
the dark water and everything
seems so futile and little and useless.
She doesn’t dare even taking a breath:
those clouds could rolling down into
her weak mind: she could not…[Read more]
I was thinking about all the
pretty things – and the sad
ones too – people has taught
me during these twenty and
an half years; I’ve learned
when tears should flush over
my cheeks and when smiles
should be painted on my lips;
I’ve became were of the futility
of life and the greatness of being
on this world; I’ve been taught
I’m lying on the bed,
among quilted pillow
and warm sheets,
thinking about you
and what could have been:
if only I was not so keen
on my emotions,
If only you were not
so damn stubborn.
We could have everything
and anything at the same
I’m lying here, on these
empty mattress, whispering
softly inside my own…[Read more]
Her name was Violet;
and she was pretty as the sky
right before the pale dawn;
her name was her favorite color
too but she was used to say
that name is such a disgrace!
Violet is no blue neither red,
and my feelings are between two side,
two violent waves crushing into my soul;
my emotions mingle together
in dark and light hues;
I have been educated like a
gentle and kind and lovely little girl
with good manners and such fine attitude;
I’ve never jumped into a mud-puddle
in all my life, I’ve never run under a cold rain,
I’ve never been different from who my parents wanted.
But now I pretty like to think
I’ve grown up; I’m a little bit taller, you know,
I’m a…[Read more]
Every thought has been repressed
in this kind of night
– silence pounds in our ears;
nothing should be told
when dark fells down
and stars begin to shine bright.
We know each other by heart
even though we can not
talk and whispers and murmuring.
You are quite modest,
way too much maybe.
for God’s sake.
And you don’t realize it.
Your eyes are bright
and your fingertips tapping my lips sound right
among laughs and cries and hold breaths;
your hair gently pulled away from your forehead
and your open, red mouths smile every now and…[Read more]
Your words smelled of smoke –
grey, cold and harsh smoke;
your mouth takes my breath away
and I gasp, I weep, I catch little glimpses of
fragile love and strong friendship.
I wish I could kiss your forehead lightly
and lean myself – and my restless imagination –
against your wide chest; you could twirling my
reddish hair around your…[Read more]
was black and white
and hung on the pale and strong neck
– I could see he swallowing
the heavy breathes every now and then –
and he was so goddamn beautiful.
I wonder sometimes
if he has ever seen me;
I would be there, really:
I’d caress his cheeks,
I’d kiss his soft mouth,
I’d look at that black and white bow-tie
Once upon a time an emperor
who loses all his tears
crying over an ancient book;
it was a collection of letters:
letters from nobody to somebody else.
Words and words written
with a shivering calligraphy:
sentences of love and hatred
of feelings and emotions.
They were letters of life.
Once upon a time an emperor
who loses all his…[Read more]
My heart is striped:
one red stripe for the pain;
one blue stripe for the joyful gaze
– sunk into the sky;
one green stripe for the wide field
in front of my eyes;
one black stripe for fears, sorrow
and the shadows inside;
one golden stripe for my mute love,
you can’t hear:
it’s echoing around us.
do you feel my…[Read more]