12 dic 2015

Titan.





It’s screaming from the inside
so much I can’t abide
and
once again shapes are thick
I’d destroy them brick by brick

when self-esteem is something weird
that I’m told – but I do not share
I
have to be – strive to be
haunted by others’ glee


And I feel used
- hold on my bones
the only part that
will never leave me alone

Find a justification for everyone
just to be left there with my stones
to eat,
until crumbs become titans

and every target heightens;
 

like steep tunnels where I lose
the control of my own shoes,
and footprints
step by step become invisible,
my dignity so despicable.

When I feel used
- not worthy of explanation,
I hold on my stones.
The scale is consolation.


 

18 nov 2015

A little dream.


Come with me to the land of birds
where every storm become a breeze
and every ant don't fear the squeeze
come with me, you will get no hurt

and if you look a little closer
from this hole that is your life
you will see there is no strife
and a clock that beats time slower

But in the rush of a grown-up day
made of conflicting supposition, 
I fear I'm just the strong condition 
for your heart to stop in vain.

If you could see yourself through me 
you would notice how big your wings
become when your mouth sings
a lullaby for every bee 

flying bored in my dreamy world,
a land of birds that never sleeps.
My little mind silently creeps 
between your sadness and my untold.

Cicatrize.


Like water
pouring down my hair,
my head,
down my shoulders
and back;

I spend my time
trying to repair
what I broke,
lost in wonders
and I lack

in courage
to show you
how I do feel,
since your confidence
has gone so far.

Savage - 
I don't wanna lose 
another time,
but I see no chance

don't...
don't go and leave me 
I'm unable
to cicatrize
another scar.

7 nov 2015

Satan's song.

 
 
Give me a piece of your soul,
I need to play like a child
with your purest intention;
 
just a little of your time
and your thoughts - I want 'em all
diverted to my fake devotion.
 
You are so young,
so vulnerable
and still sometimes
I'm afraid to break you,
 
but I soon replace
guilt with pleasure.
My pulse denies
what's plain for you.
 
And girl, I'm a betrayer;
I won't last that long,
but I will offer my smell
worn on like a shiny dress.
 
I will act like a saviour
when you don't need me at all,
open up your white shell
when your heart is a mess.
 
'cause you are so young,
so vulnerable
yet still sometimes
I know I could fall.
 
Take care of me
while I leave you alone.
No mercy - you're mine,
no problems to solve.
 
You fill my emptiness, baby
so the circle is closed.

24 ott 2015

Cocoon.



Just for you
I'd spur the day to
gave birth to the night,
when every sigh
gives a voice to any desire.

Just for you
I'd undergo the cross I've
chosen to bear,
for years and years
just to have you near,

just to feel you close,
immovable
like a Winter rose;

imperishable
like the face of moon,
hidden in my cocoon
and perfectly stable.

Despite the storm
I'm unable
to let my heart sink;

there's a light blink
in your dark eyes
and just for you
I still undress
any of my disguise.

18 set 2015

Al di là del muro.



Nulla conosco di te,
ma ogni notte mi uccide
l'immagine del tuo sguardo
che cerca il come e perché;
fugace, ma non codardo,
evitando sterili sfide,
ed esitante gli sorride.
Forse ammonisce il tono che hai,
ma il dubbio indietreggia;
la realtà è ciò che si crede,
e se l'equilibrio vacilla
cancelli il senso di ciò che già sai.
Crolla la dignità
sotto la paura di parlare,
il timore di annegare
in qualcuno che a metà
si dona;
l'ansia consuma,
sottile graffia l'autostima
e tutto quello che era prima
ora riveste il presente,
accecante
per non vedere più.
 
A tratti vicina,
- rivale antistante,
da donna meschina
e sincera amante
la severa tenerezza
tua - temo e ammiro,
nella dolce efferatezza
mia - avvilita sospiro.

9 set 2015

Exit bag.



Come on so sweet and deceitful,
I have nothing else to lose;
she looks at me confused
and every day is another fight
smiles become so painful.

Just come, inhaling this present
I'm the mother of sadness,
tossed from one body to another
without energy to fight
for a sincere sentiment.

Afraid to fall
into the darkest depth,
I gave up loving,
I gave up strength

Memories bit my brain
sucked up and drained,

I thought I could breathe,
but he choked me.

15 ago 2015

Rats.



Vile minds under selfless deeds
afraid of losing self-esteem,
mislaid into others' consent
to prevent a shameful present;

Walls built up to hide the fear
of showing what cannot appear;
heart is just too obsolete,
brain makes everything concrete.

And lost in convolutions
of a well-fitting maze,
they still feel no hatred
for their captivity;

guinea pigs educated
eating what's been left over.
They call it moral.

I call it approval.

1 ago 2015

Our little place.


 
Once again
arms unbend under clothes too tight
stripping away any disguise,
so crimeless
 
like children,
and pure and innocent and bright;
just when the Sun is prone to rise
we're homeless.
 
Once again
a solution is still out of sight
when love's too strong to restrain
the cure is the illness
 
and the shame
becomes the light in to the night
of all our choices constrained,
experiencing fullness;
 
in the microcosm we created
all the rest is underrated.

16 lug 2015

Panacea.

Se tu entrassi
nei vuoti che lasci
dei tuoi silenzi
ovattati

dove più non pulso

E sospeso respirassi
breve, fino a stordirti
nei nostri spazi
abbandonati

 dovresti abitarci...

Senza darmi una ragione
 stacchi la spina
dal colpo mi piego

improvvisamente
 ancora annego
la necessità albina

e le richieste inespresse
 in fame straziante
Dal cielo all'inferno
dal sottile al pesante

 E non voglio sentire
ciò che sto perdendo

Hai staccato la spina

Mi nutro di assenza
e nulla più attendo.

30 mag 2015

Foreign sky.

My Sun brights up all the sky
even if the evening's coming;
my Sun can warm the icy soil
so I can walk on my path.

My Sun wants me high to fly
even if I still wear wax wings;
My Light is something I can't avoid,
He shines in me - constantly.

My Sun is peace,
for Love I stay,
silenced by Beauty
that my heart claims.

My Sun could be
the perfect half of me.
But in a foreign sky
my Sun ain't free.

18 mag 2015

Come fosse facile.

Come fosse facile
la distanza che copre gli istanti
 in cui le anime si fondono
e gli ostacoli si confondono


Come fosse da sempre
 guardarsi negli occhi e scoprire
 che un universo teniamo in serbo
 e pulsa ogni nostro nervo.

So che non è facile
abbandonare l'ordinaria prigione
adattarsi a nuovi orizzonti

costruiti su emozioni coerenti
 ancor prima che la notte tua affronti.

Come neve all'ombra
 il cuore oppone resistenza
e riflette ogni tua decisione
sulla mia timida opinione.

Come fosse facile

restare quando scapperei
ma resto perché ti Sento

seppur a stento,
 in Te entrerei.

5 apr 2015

Compass.


Oh you,
slipped into my sinews,
under the first tissue
like cautious lullaby

and I,
I'm smirking to the new
try not to discompose,
I let my heart repose.

Drops
my feelings on your window,
slowly down to the meadow
where our feet stay

Allay,
lie down with me on grass
just to let our compass
recommend a way.


7 mar 2015

Deep.


The trick is there, and there it works
and feelings prick like pesky needles;
everyone's heavy - everyone ignores
how much one needs to be reassured.

Time passes by, I can't move on
stuck in a glass, sinking in-depth
inside the waters that would refresh
pressure and mass easily squash.

A blockage of words
knotted inside the throat
that doesn't let
anything out.

I don't speak because I can't
and don't cry for others' sake;
What is it for?
In my chest so wide
his echoes are the core.

17 feb 2015

Onde.

Abbasso lo sguardo agli sguardi,
sei immobile nel tempo, e non riesco
a correrti incontro.

Devio nel buio l'altrui attenzione
in una prigione priva d'istinto;
 non hai vinto e non ho perso.

Se tutto fosse impresso su un nastro,
tagliare servisse a curare,
togliere aiutasse a riempire
tutti i tasselli senza un incastro

la tua assenza prenderebbe un colore,
si muoverebbe con eleganza
sulle onde dell'esistenza.
Ma non trovo pace, e rinnovo il dolore

ogni notte come pegno,
srotolando e riavvolgendo.
L'anima non conosce sdegno,
neanche quando un nastro
la sta soffocando.

 Mi ricordo di Te.

17 gen 2015

Missed train.





Don't break my shell, 
just read my signs.
Gently your words
glide down my spine.

But you'll never know
you eased my pain
through my efforts
for being loved again;

you'll never think
of that heedless one,
maybe too plaintive,
waiting for your Sun.

And you'll never hear
what I saw in you,
you never broke my shell,
kept yours thick too.

Like teenagers dreams,
trapped inside light eyes,
safe - I rather admire
than achieve.

(Good luck, buddy.)

10 gen 2015

Pantomime


Every smile is a cage for your conceit
Breaths tell the truth but missing words cheat
You have the guts to rise
not in front of me
No need to apologize
I feel you're incomplete

If I could stop to adore your eyes- I
would stretch and straighten every ply
The past would taste smooth
And occurrences necessary
You're growing in your booth
Your love is secondary

Everything turns
as fast as it all began
I gradually admit
I just can live without

And every match you burnt
You threw it in a trash can
It seems that I can make it
and now, what's wrong about

me joking?
what's weird about
me healing?

It's so easy to save your integrity
swearing to be the saviour of mine
all the same.
Ordinary game.
It's now hard to recall your identity
Since I had to stop the pantomime,
and you're not the same.

Touch your heart,
talk to it.
Mine doesn't want to talk
and I don't want to hear.