Mi chiedono di raccontare il tuo corpo, che io non so dire, di svelare il calore della tua pelle e la linea segreta delle tue labbra, di parlare della voce che abita il tuo respiro, la notte, quando mi sussurri all’orecchio. Ma più cerco di formulare frasi più mi smarrisco in ogni tua piega. Nessuna parola si offre per farsi segno di te e io le lascio tacere. Forse é solo la mia mente che si astiene dal vociare dove c’è solo incanto.
Monthly Archives: October 2023
Vai pure
É andato tutto bene
Finché ho mantenuto
L’equilibrio dei sani
Ero perfino capace
Di eleganti capriole
E giochi di parole
Tutte alla luce del rassicurante
Sole del pomeriggio.
É andato tutto caos
Quando non ho resistito
Al riso fuori luogo
Ad una carezza gratuita
Alla confessione di un amore
Impossibile.
Ho visto come hai ritratto le dita
Come fossi infetta
Del virus contagioso
Della perenne inquietudine
Ho visto, vai pure
Vai pure e lasciami andare
Che io non so prevenire me stessa
E le mie malattie
Piacciono a pochi.
Fulmine
Ieri un fulmine
Mi ha messa in ginocchio
Sulla via di casa
A occhi spalancati sul cielo
Per farmi vedere oltre
Mi ha svegliata
La notte
Per farmi ascoltare il tuono
Del mio cuore
E mi ha stretto il respiro
Mentre parlavo di nulla
Per ricordarmi il valore
Delle parole
E mi ha mostrato
Infinite volte
La stessa immagine sacra
Finché non é stata
Alfabeto del mio cuore.
Fiorisci
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
Insegnami
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.
Not really
A hole
Bolla
Mask
L’ombra
Haiku #2
Kites flying
in the storm.
A presage of loss.
Love beyond love
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 night #1
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.
A message
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.
Your voice
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.
Haiku #1
A minor note
echoes
in silent nights
when peace is awaited.
Cracked
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.
Miracle
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
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
Ahi
A black cloud
Stain
Ombra
Per un attimo
Se osservati con attenzione
Gli esser umani sono privi
Di mistero:
Tutto, per un attimo, é visibile.
Diversa
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.
Perla
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.
The gift of Nothing
Deprived of living
Starving for love
Craving for touch
Blown by emptiness
Every act is an absolute gift.
23/1/2020
liv a life
How is it going?
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
Unspoken
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