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.

 

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.)

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.