Ti voglio bene.

Hanno gli occhi connessione sottile

che vibra e risuona nella distanza

in ogni tempo, ogni istante, con nuova cadenza.

forte e piano, piano e forte, e ostile

e soave nel disperdersi degli anni

come note di una musica rimasta sospesa

che riprende tra rimorso e sorpresa

destando i pensieri tiranni.

Ci siamo spinti e respinti,

pianti e rimpianti.

Ci siamo detti e maledetti,

osservati e conservati.

Cancellati negli istinti

e disonorati in pochi istanti,

mutualmente interdetti.

Ma mai dimenticati.

Gli occhi suonano una musica sottile

che vibra ancora se oso alzare lo sguardo.

Sentimenti fraintesi mi hanno resa ostile,
e ti voglio bene ma l'orgoglio è un bugiardo.

Ogni volta ti devo il cuore,

ogni volta in cui non voglio parlare.

Ogni volta che ti trovo,

ogni volta ti perdo di nuovo.

Sale.

Se la sera affievolisce il ricordo
nei tratti insicuri dell’alba
pastello – lieve mi perdo;

la fiamma non brucia costante
l’acre foschia di una candela
lascia intravedere il presente.

La ragione
dopo ogni illusione
diviene sostanza;

una direzione
trasforma l’ossessione
e non sei più assenza.

Ti volti indietro cercando conforto
occhi negli occhi e non temo il tuo male,
il muto dolore di un cuore contorto
che leso s’accorge se vestito di sale.

Waste of time.

Superficial breaths - pallor on the cheecks

a corollary for unexpected agony.

Don't ask me how I feel,

I do not want to feel;

I locked the door and left the world outside.

No more pain to face - no happiness, no grace,

everything has turned in blessed apathy

where no fancy can delude

tossed between emotion and abuse;

I try to reach control but I have no flesh to hide

into, 

the more I observe

the less I deserve,

the more I emaciate

the less I appreciate

our waste of time; I gave myself away.

Love has its price - too high for me to pay.

Worn.

I would let you in if you wanted to
explore the wood I’m living in,
but your dramas leave a shadow
huge and thick, no place within

for my heart, speechless and tired;
you can’t see me if you can’t see inside.
You still look for a burrow to hide -
I run out of air when I run at your side.

Azzurro.

 

Hai il vento leggero e la pace del cielo
terso e chiaro di primavera
dove ogni rondine libera ed ogni stelo
non temono calar della sera.

Hai le onde del mare tra capricci castani
che levigan scogli senza violenza,
e un castello di sabbia dove tu rimani
per giorni e notti dopo ogni partenza.

Non c’è mai un domani,
poiché non sono presente
se i miei vani tormenti
mi dichiarano assente;
ma riempie il tuo sguardo
dolce ed onesto
questo vuoto assurdo
d’improvviso manifesto.

Sei il vento leggero e la pace dell’Ora,
cauta mi adagio tra parole banali
e non voglio incontrare
- ma lo vorrei ancora
la gioia di vivere che mite regali.

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.