domenica 18 dicembre 2016

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.







mercoledì 14 dicembre 2016

Buon compleanno Giada :)




Amo la donna che sei,




quella che sai.




Quella che sei stata 
e sarai,




continuando ad essere 
chi sei.









venerdì 4 novembre 2016

giovedì 18 agosto 2016

martedì 2 agosto 2016

mercoledì 27 luglio 2016

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.








giovedì 30 giugno 2016

Dominated










Moral rigor is the exact measurement to 
quantify the degree of immorality 
that has been dominated.












venerdì 17 giugno 2016

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.











mercoledì 15 giugno 2016

venerdì 10 giugno 2016

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".






mercoledì 8 giugno 2016

No time







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

For this I am wrong,

and I do not come.








mercoledì 25 maggio 2016

lunedì 23 maggio 2016

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.



giovedì 5 maggio 2016

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.



giovedì 28 aprile 2016

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.









mercoledì 23 marzo 2016

Pleasures







I haven't no more real pleasures 
than those for which I harbor the hope 
to live them.









venerdì 18 marzo 2016

You'll be







You'll be my excuse if I will arrive in advance of the time of our encounter,
ever wanted so much.