Category Archives: poems

L’ultima volta

 

Ti saluto
Ogni volta, come fosse l’ultima
Mi regalo il tempo del lutto
Mi sollevo più forte
Ogni volta, come fosse l’ultima
Rinasco ridente e affamata
Nel miracolo del tuo ritorno.

Fusa

Vieni qui
siediti accanto a me
ascolta per un po’ le mie fusa
che emergono dal sonno profondo
poi camminerai vibrando
amore, vedrai
andrai per il mondo
raggiante!

Is it love if?

Is it love if
it makes me sleepless
and thights my chest at moonlight?
Is it love if
it makes me fall on my knees
to set prayers like seeds
into a ground so hollow
that it burns my feet?
Is it love if
it makes me linger to her voice’s ripple
and replay and murmur her words
to carve them in my deepest soul?
Is it love if
it makes me so graetful
that life seems, for once
a gift I deserve?

(if it takes me ages to say goodbye?)

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.

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

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

What you didn’t get

 

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

Not a rocker

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

Battle

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

Inhale/Exhale

Inhale freedom,

exhale love,

for there is no better place for freedom

than a quiet, vibrant soul,

that holds a fearless dream.

 

01/22/2020

Swipe up

Swipe up on my phone
Swipe up on my toughts
Swipe up on my dreams
Forget what’s real
Numbness is here
To take me away
Venom of our time
To replace every cell
Every living piece
With a damn pixel.
Oblivion is my daily routine
Amnesia for dinner I serve
Distraction or oversharing
Just the wrong timing again
Slanting I cross the room
Over and over again.
Swipe me up please
Shut me up please.

Relocation

How many trains have you sitted in,

quietly exhaling

the stress of the day?

How many hands have

inadvertnetly touched your arms

while running to the exit door,

on that platform that once

I had been walking on?

Relocation is unfair,

it gets you to a place

which is never everywhere,

always here or there,

far or near

always in-between.

22/1/2020