There’s no bad poetry
There’re only sentences bleeding
by the absence of the words needed
to properly stanch its feeling
so that all the good in poetry
is no less that bad poetry
and never as good as it is


The unreachable is
even if I am glued next to you
but I still feel myself happier
because of this blessed failure
by which I know that what I feel is true:
I could never catch up the voice
to simply say how stunning you are


Let all the heavens weep
while the night skies cry a rain of stars
seeding the light over our unknown field


Accept, please, my most beautiful imperfection
                with my bad words in your good ears
as I happily accept bleed a lifetime for you.

It  is  an  unsuspecting  surprise
           when  we  got  the  chance
what  it  is  not  by  a  prolific  refusal
Between  this  meaningless  voices  of  gray
all  the  parrots  silenced  the  day
so  we  grown  up  cleaned
                             to  hear  us  today.

Mind thinks that a whole universe
by the fingers of a hand can be holden
            But only soul believes
that an entire nonexistence can be housed
in the perishable pathway of a tiny body

I've been arrested so long in the present tense:
a dangerous reality for the curves of a morbid dreamer soul
I've been wondering when my tree would finally flourish:
            She, such a heavenly wonder
I would name her as my Sun and call her: Angel
I will tell her: contradiction found its place in you
in the holistic universe of your own being
Who could be so ******* **** stupid to not fall for you?
Even if I had to kiss the czarina's hands
I would kiss your feet first
The faith has enabled nature to allow our impossible precise collision
And I am so glad I am part of this miracle

I am the scientific truth in the nature of my own dogma
Her existence is the proof of the existence of natural miracles
Her presence is my landslide of all the memories that I miss
from a whole past life that has not yet begun its existence
Until now the she-and-I was waiting to come alive
All this time we were stuck in the lines of an unwritten love poem

Because now I am more soul than body
I deny the fins and I see only wings
            And mind agrees
We can be only what we believe we can
Thank you for the memories that are yet to come.

T h e r e    b y    t h e    s u n    a    l i t t l e    g i a n t    s l e e p s
H i s   f a c e ’ s   a   c o n t i n e n t
H i s   h a i r …   A l l   t h e   f o r e s t s   o f   t h e   w o r l d


H i s   m i n d   i s   t h e   m o o n
H i s   h e a r t   i s   t h e   d e e p e s t   v o l c a n o


O n c e   a   b i g   c h i l d   b r o k e   u p   h i s   h e a r t
S o   P o m p e i i   d i s a p p e a r e d
A n d   V e n i c e   h a s   s u n k   u n d e r   t e a r s


T h e n   A p h r o d i t e   h e a r d   h i s   l a m e n t
A n d   s h e   g a v e   h i m   t h e   G a l a p a g o s
T h i s   s p a r k l e d   o u t   f r o m   t h e   o c e a n
s e v e r a l   r o c k s   b u r s t i n g   f u l l   o f   l i f e


A n d   H a w a i i   h a s   e m e r g e d   d r y l y   e t e r n a l
a s   h i s   o w n   s a f e   h e a v e n
i n   t h e   c e n t e r   o f   t h e   b l u e   v a s t n e s s .

I am an utter shining star
Since the unknown gross start
But I wasted my full brightness
To pour lightnings over every corner
Instead to radiate on a single inch


Do I regret?
                Not yet!
For I follow the natural path of the holism
But my sight may rarely reach
                The inner core of a veil


From each way someone looks
At me they won’t be able to measure
The entire strength of my light
                It will be spread
In several tiny sparks
Even when I am the big apple that hits
I will be just the slice that fits


Do I pay?
                Indeed I say!
By the noisy specialties of the hand
I can see the gaps in my eyes
                Feeling the cracks of my soul


The bass & treble of my voice
Through the voices of others
                Is dismantled
Even if the absence I fill
Of our absolute love in me
In each second
I will never be
                The real me
And every act
Will be a deaf echo
Of the universe of me


You will think I am always less
You will never see me fully
You will never understand me truly.