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.

Indifferenza.

E' un peso costante

che mi blocca alla gola;

una tenaglia insidiosa,

e il tempo precipita - vola,

e non accetto e non comprendo,

e non comprendo ciò che stride

con ciò che ancora sento.

Piove fuori e piove dentro,

ma non accetto se non comprendo,

la voragine s'allarga,

la mia espressione parca

annichilisce il senso.

Da un po' di tempo
ogni fiamma muore

come rapida si accende;

nelle mie pupille umide

sei l'acqua che spegne.