Fiorisci
Nel mio sorriso
Cui, ho deciso,
Non troverò mai posto
Così sempre sarai
Il lampo che mi apre
Alla viva vertigine.
23/6/2023
a life
Fiorisci
Nel mio sorriso
Cui, ho deciso,
Non troverò mai posto
Così sempre sarai
Il lampo che mi apre
Alla viva vertigine.
23/6/2023
Tienimi le spalle
Sull’orlo di me io cado
Sorda di urla
Mi serve tempo per distinguere
La linea di suoni
Che disegna una storia.
Insegnami a prenderla tra le mani
Senza paura
E farla mia.





Kites flying
in the storm.
A presage of loss.
Love,
knowing that the one you love
may not be here tomorrow,
knowing that today
may be your last day to truly meet,
knowing that you cannot know
how the story ends.
Care, care deeply, care until it hurts,
care in spite of what people say,
in spite of ridicule and rejection
and being misunderstood,
care so much that you no longer care
what happens to you.
Sink, sink willingly,
into this bitter-sweet mystery of love,
never knowing what love is and loving anyway,
like a fool, like a fascinated child,
like a madman,
like one who has forgotten how to be cynical,
or how to be right.
Love until your voice trembles,
and your heart pounds,
and your legs shake,
and your philosophies crumble to dust,
and your cleverness bows its head in shame,
in reverence.
And you will be taken to the darkest places,
and your heart will be set on fire
by the ones to whom you were never able
to open your heart,
and you will be reminded
of what you have always, secretly, known:
that in time, you will forget everything,
except how to die, and how to love.
That was the night
I stared at the Moon,
As my end unveiled.
Dispossesed of my own steps,
Going by a lost name,
A homeless vagabond
A hopeless yearner,
A sliver of radiant love,
Ready to mourn
The future I had lost.
Still, you haven’t learned
To undie.
You gasp in raised hands
And burn in silence.
You choose burdens
And leave lovers.
You set fire
To childhood dreams.
You set borders,
To turn hugs in fears.
You reclaim space
In your lonely place.
You claim kindess
But step on respect.
You value your life
Like a market good
The more you raise your price
The more you lose love.
Poor boy, has nobody told you
Everyone will die someday?
So why are you dying every day?
Haven’t you told me you had chosen life?
To be alive, you need to learn
To undie.
There is a holy sound
in your voice.
It shines upon every other note,
like an harmonic rising
from a sacred bell,
in a holy temple,
on a hallowed ground,
where a solitary monk is taking his vows.
A minor note
echoes
in silent nights
when peace is awaited.
Sometimes
The world shows its cracked core
An abyss of horrors, violence and bones
There is nothing to be done
Someone waits, someone jumps
Today I stood still and stared
As your eyes turned black
And I forgave you.
Tonight the wind is carring me your smell
of wood and rain,
as I knew it that night
we fell in love
and made it miracle.
When we opened our hearts of stone
to share warmth in the cold,
we witnessed a miracle.
I know you have to go, but make it slow.
I know you want to leave,
but let me give you some love.
May we keep safe down deep inside
the love we saved from the night,
it was such a miracle.
We were just two lost souls,
sharing love in the cold,
and witnessing miracles.
Is there something more worth to live for
than let our spirits grow old, in love?
Will you be like I belive you are?
Will I live after we say goodbye?
May you learn to lose me
and forgive yourself.
I’ll abide to the habit
of missing you.
May you gain your freedom
by forgetting my name.
I’ll abide to the habit
of missing myself.
I’ll abide to the habit
of bringing you back.
26/1/2020




Se osservati con attenzione
Gli esser umani sono privi
Di mistero:
Tutto, per un attimo, é visibile.
Io sono diversa, sì
Perché mi piace mescolarmi ai mendicanti
Ospitare vagabondi
Rimanere scalza su qualsiasi terra
Dimenticare il linguaggio
Della mondanità.
Io sono diversa, sì
Perché amo l’inquietudine
E la quiete assoluta
Nessun equilibrio mi attrae
Che non sia un bilico di
Cadute libere e rarefazione.
Chiudi gli occhi e attraversa
Questo confine ruvido
Fatti mani morbide
Fatti voce di seta
Raccogli ogni raggio
Che affiora sulla lingua
E disfalo dal fondo.
Tra le maglie sottili
Uno spirito straniero
Ti offre una perla.
Deprived of living
Starving for love
Craving for touch
Blown by emptiness
Every act is an absolute gift.
23/1/2020

How is it going?
It’s going between anxiety and 40 degrees
dreaming of the sea
of a place I want to be
which is not here
no not here
here I face my desease
my fears still teem with
broken dreams
oh i reedem while you leave
do not anchor me to your feet
cause i do not, no I do not need to belive
your fucking shit.
29/06/2019
May your breathing be honored
as the unvoluntary sign
of a pure existence,
of an innocent life
behind your lies
and your vile violence.
You are a treasure in the skin of misery
a miracle, unspoken.
22/11/2019
You were walking
in a sacred place
but you didn’t even get that.
You were baptized
in the water of my soul
but you didn’t even get that.
I worshiped you like a god
but you didn’t even get that.
Now
you are not the only one no,
you are not the only god.
I’m not a monotheist monogamist
anymore.
05/12/2019
That’s it ,
I am not a rocker.
I wish I was,
but I can’t help myself but being soft
and sweet and sad,
as a broken glass
that whispers love away.
23/1/2020
I had to tame my love for you.
Like a feral beast, it wakes up sometimes,
lesser and lesser now,
and breaks me in pieces.
I have to kneel and wait
for it to calm down,
eyes on fire and thunders in its mouth.
I’ve been scared and freezed
I’ve tried to close my eyes and breathe,
just breathe all the love and all the pain out,
to make it a whiff of stars.
01/22/2020