Mah

Nel lato dove andrò,
a rinnovare questo mare,
non starò più a pensare, per parlare,
a guardare per vedere,
a toccare per sentire.

Nel punto dove andrò,
per risalire questo fiume,
non crederò più a soffrire,
per sentire e
per amare.

Nel sole dove volerò,
non mi sforzerò più,
di avere per possedere,
o tuffarmi per annegare.

Io volgo

Quanti mesi per l’amore,
Quanti anni per il dolore,
Quanti attimi per il tuo stupore.

Quanto vale la pena,
nella notte che scatena,
i gradi di una condanna,
l’assoluzione,
e la gioa di una penna.

Per uno salvo,
e cento mancati,
ci sono un milione,
di amati.

Per un secondo,
un attimo del momento,
risaliamo su,
spinti dal vento.

Per una rima,
che poteva arrivare prima,
c’è uno scoglio,
ed io,
voglio.

Download tempo

Voglio i piedi nella sabbia
e lo sguardo al sole.

La fine della vita come nelle
tue poche parole.

La serie dei ritmi affamati,
i sospiri, le voci e le grida
appagati.

Voglio stringerti e
lasciarti andare,
scivolando via,
come il mare.

Rhyming sorrow

I'm somewhat taken by disbelief,
and in no way honest with my grief.

There is no time
to take me somewhere else,
'cos damages don't get fixed by
distance alone.

Don't wipe off the dark circles,
merely the aura around my eyes,
of a life not shaken.

Talk to me like you have found
your way.

There is no relieving,
my heart is bleeding,
let it die.

Surfing

Maybe I should have asked,
first,
to show me the book.

Check the entries that I have found,
to search your way out.

Leave the poems that you have lost,
to leave you speechless.

Lost.

Nobobody should have the right to feel less
miserable.

Real

So save what’s worth it,
‘cos I’m going off to a sunset
that never ends.

Watching you,
There is nothing
But myself relishing the thought,
That some things maybe best
Left unsaid.

Quite like no-one,
I embrace uncerantanty.
The only faithful companion,
Of my clear cut life.

The drama is left aside,
There are some things that just
Make me look pathetic,
As there are words
That would kill me,
Being unable to brush off,
What’s strangling me.

I want to gasp my last breath,
Facing up to what is indeed there.

To myself

I belong here,
flesh and blood,
to yours truly.

There might be air,
energies,
anything you cannot see,

but what frees me is the pain,
muscles hurt,
and words are escaping me.

To my sacred soul and beyond,
I will believe in reality,
and run away from the earth.

Why bother?

There’s a labyrinth,
which unfolds my
excruciating pain.

In my mind I died a thousand times,
I found the secret gate,
I’ve hidden in the den.

Ignoring my fall from grace,
Shook my head
Because there is no need
To hurt as you know what suffering
is.

A mere scratch,
A lapse of mind,
Bitter sorrow,
Biting you subtly.

Cross your eyes
When you close them.
Stretch your fingers
When you reach for her.

There are gates,
Even if there is no sign of them,
Swallow the pill,
And find them.

So,
Far from what I know,
There is no need for death,
Or oblivion.