nonostante sia

pericolosa,
tossica,
letale.
non eliminare tutto
come se fosse un errore

gli sguardi così essenziali
si percepiscono.
si vedono.

si affrontano.
non si negano.

per favore

parole pronunciate
come un treno
senza stop
senza limiti

rotaie fredde
lacrime calde
parole gelide
anime roventi

Distanti.
Connessi.

a persone diverse…

One day under the silent November’s rain,
with your sparkling eyes and your bright smile,
you came into my heart like an hurricane
making me feel nervous like a bride in the aisle.

You were laughing with your friend
when you looked into my eyes;
I realized you were a guy who used to pretend
and that I was a girl who loved lies.

We started talking on the bus
moving together to our place,
while the whole world was staring at us;
me and you like hell and fire face to face.

But one day you suddenly disappeared
and my mind was definitely cleared.

Remember: if he left you alone,
forgiveness he does not deserve.
Enlighten yourself to the bone,
self-love you have to preserve.

Wash your body out of his prints,
hope should not dim,
leave no hints.
swim.

It is hard to surface again,
from the depth of the abyss.
Fighting against the pain,
still remembering the last kiss.

Wash away the past
look ahead and have a blast.

I dared calling you “sunshine”,
carrying hope, shedding light on me.

Maybe it was such a cliché…

However, I dared,
I dared to whisper,
I dared to give,
I dared to love,

You dared to bypass me.

My heart crumbled.
It was lethal.

No wine can erase memory.
No morphine can erase pain.

I was wrong.
After all…
you were the risky cliché.

I know I blew everything up
but I won’t give up


things turned out bad
I’ll fight for what I had


“I miss you” could just be useless.
I care, I must confess
I won’t appreciate you less
Trust me, I was thoughtless
I am sorry for being such a mess


If you don’t care anymore
nothing will be as before


thousands of thoughts
I had to connect the dots


my mind is doing laps
I miss your presence
no patience
I wonder, if perhaps…

World is like a withered rose;
it used to be purer than a pearl,
but now is an unadorned peacock during its pose
tt stands there like a ******, precious girl

ashamed of her own body,
originally gaudy but then converted in shoddy
whom decadence is men’s fault.
But men commit **** assault…

Their aim is to criticize and hypnotize
then leave after lies and scars
while the soul cries and dies.
But don’t pretend to bring her to see the stars.

Don’t be such a romantic kisser
If you just want to let her wither…

silence.


rivers leaving traces
on our faces.


pain in your eyes
for her.


but after all,
I am one among many
and she still is on the top step
of the most beautiful podium.


Sorry, but I can’t help it…

her name doesn’t reflect her soul,
at all.
believe me,
she isn’t that precious.
you can find a far rarer Jade.


silence.

Everyone deserves an agleam dream;
we can fantasize and fly with our wings
daydreaming lights us up like a sunbeam,
we idealize about our future’s drawings.

But pay attention to not het lost and roam
we must always be connected to our roots,
to our warm loving home;
be eager to plan and follow our own routes.

Rise and fall are part of the life essence
goals and ideas you must frame,
put in best efforts to make the difference.
So, stand up and play the game.

Have no shame and yell your name
prepare yourself for the hall of fame.

It is night.
No light.

The soul.
Dark, iced, frost.
My heart is lost.

No map.
It was a trap.


Like a cage.
I need air,
it’s a nightmare.

No conventional love
can warm my spirit.
Not a glove.
Without merit.