To be it

I wish you kindness,

among the pleasures the hardest to 

devote themselves to,

because to be it, 

you should suffer for it.

Buon compleanno Giada :)

Amo la donna che sei,

quella che sai.

Quella che sei stata 

e sarai,

continuando ad essere 

chi sei.

Christmas

Will

You always fly

and I always will.

And I still don't care

I don't care about you.

I get sick of you.

Oui

You are not like me,

you're silk.

Absolute beginner

Take a look at my paintings

The reason why

I'll stop searching for a reason when

the reason will find me.

Remind you

Orange's slice in the mouth and 

it's skin on the head.

Stories

Are not us to tell the story.

Is the story that tells us.

Silk

I'm made of another substance.

I'm made of silk.

I slide to caress and let 

myself go.

Falling down I don't do noise,

because I lay me down on myself.

As the fabric does.

Made up of thousands of threads 

sorted in a perfect plot.

I unravel one by one when I want

be different from myself.

Instead.

Sikness is all

I don't care about you.

I get sick of you.

Air bubble

You're the air bubble of 

my drowning.

Dominated

Moral rigor is the exact measurement to 

quantify the degree of immorality 

that has been dominated.

That's all

All that I know 

I never knew.

To be able to

Let us love to live,

not to death.

Absence

Distant longitudes plow the 

absence's places.

Without any stop,

because the absence doesn't wait,

doesn't move,

doesn't return. 

It remains.

Indeed

Indeed, indeed,

what else would you like to
 see through me?

Something about you

"Tell me something I don't know 

about you".

"You don't know".

"What else?"

"Just that".

"And something that, however, 

I know about you?"

"It's you".

No time

I'm living in a time that doesn't know time.

For this I am wrong,

and I do not come.

Being

To be, we are.

For being, 

we'll be.

Never

Never change for love,

but to love.

Beauty free

Gualdo Tadino - Umbria - Italy

Local voice, local location:)

Like you

- What do you think about me?

- I think about you.

- Yes, but how?

- In the way you deserve to be thought of.

- And how did  I deserve it?

- Making me think of you.

- Otherwise you would have ignored me?

- To ignore it's something that is not mine.

- Why?

-Because to think does not provide this.

- So you always think?

- Yes.

- But not all your thoughts are similar.

- No.

- And your thinking of me how does it look like?

- It looks like you.

Close enough

Each second 

close and reopen 

what we call now.

Red

I would 

I would

I would 

And dozens of ladybugs fly on me and

every desire is a black dot in their red.

Curiosity becomes spark and

wing's beats produce it.

I would

I would 

I would

And you'll never know if it was what you've

 always wanted that reached you,

or if it was you, by moving, that reached it.

Because the solution is not in count of each point,

but to have distinguished each one from the rest.

As well as you wanted,

watching all that red, 

instead.

In me

I'm not in every corner

because the corner is in me.

You can only see the sharp edge,

but this is not what I see or 
what I would like you to feel 
about me.

If you were in me.

On patience I seat

The last is always the first

compared to the next.

Don't you

Don't mind the truth,

mind you.

Pleasures

I haven't no more real pleasures 

than those for which I harbor the hope 

to live them.

You'll be

You'll be my excuse if I will arrive in advance of the time of our encounter,

ever wanted so much.