I'm thinking of letting you go
somewhere you can be
free of my torch
that burns your ego
when you're drunk .

I'm thinking of letting you go
in the middle of the night
with too much alcohol
where you can be alone.

I'm thinking of letting you go
because you left me awhile a go.

mystic chains that keep me tight and strait
are now rusty and down my bare feet.
freedom that I start to feel
it's more present in my chest, then in my inert limbs
what have I done?
I'm free to go?
involuntarily, my gaze goes high
questions are directed to the sky
filed with hope, and shy cry
maybe was the truth and open mind
that free me from cage of no hope.

I'm indebted sold to you,
again, no more, no less.

I wish I had as many words as tears
to describe the picture I have in mind,
is the same landscape, even the colors fade
or get more sharpen in other days.

I wish I could told you about the pain
I felt inside, because
my heart is still full of bruises
and bears the imprint of your fingers.

sounds of voices
or music or noises,
words or video
all around me,
touching the screen
or pad or keyboard,
like a body
this web is part of my life,
we call it internet,
a great place where I express myself
with pictures, poems
and other stuff.

she has a broken heart that can be seen
from a decent distance and
the shattered pieces can be heard
even if you don't want to listen.

missing him when he's around
is worse than missing him when he's far away.
how can I say to him some crazy things
when in some days he doesn't even acknowledge I exist.

I hear these words often enough
to simply understand
a true meaning of all that.

you must take your life
in your own hands  and gently carry on
because he just drop your heart on the ground
*and moved on.

the disputes between lovers should be about
what colour the wallpaper is best to have,
not about what each other may conceal
wanting to quickly reveal.

when I'm seeing that your features are sad
I'm not allowed to ask why?
when you speak less in evening when you leave
I can't beg you to stay for a little bit.
I can't read you like a newspaper
but I know that,
there are some days when you're keeping all inside.

they both are out of clever things to say
and that's why she's left alone
like in a tremendous storm.

she's covering her face and looking away,
she smiles with lips but cries with small eyes,
she begs with shaky hands for a bear hug
and he's not realizing that she is slowly dying
every day in front of him.

or maybe he's doing the same.
I'm sorry my friend, but
some relationships are ending before
you realize it has been ended.

people on the street talk loud
and the eavesdropping sounded
exactly like that:
there are too many explanations
most of them overlooked by love,
but with time comes a feeling
that grows inside the mind
replaying in unexpected moments
there is definitely something selfishness
*in not showing affection.

I'm waking up before the dawn
gazing at the gray ceiling with sleepy eyes
seeing something is not there
but sure was.
effortlessly, light as a feather
I'm drifting to the open window
waiting for the cold to get inside,
with bare feet there I stood
and stood
until I woke up with you
by my side.

you notice
that you're hurting me to the tears,
however,
I confess in a soft voice
that it was deeper than this.

I realized long ago that it's all about love.
Regardless of the direction of reflection
or the time to take a break in life,
love brings light in heart.

Without realizing
you wake yourself finding
that in your heart is stagnating,
for an indefinite period
a person you love unconditionally.

That is love.

found happiness on blazed hills
enjoy love on unforgettable lands

my mom said
*lucky for us, we are all different.

I fell asleep with your image in my thoughts
knowing that you'll never know how I felt.
the night was always short,
so the dreams have come and gone
about possible alternatives involving
kisses and no clothes.
I woke up before sunlight in many days
hoping that eventually you'll notice me
how I really am.

You don't judge, don't yell, don't speak mean
It makes me feel  humbly , and you stay by me.
I drop myself, deep in the mud
you worry sick, and I'm afraid
came back, be brave
it's all I hear
it comes from you
my friend... darling.

Too much to care
Too much to do
Too much to endure
And who is there to listen?

escaping death! is this for real?
can he or she be so willing
to pause or forget a moment
or to make a trade with us
because, in any moment of the day
we are important
we are humans!
the only souls that matter for he or she,
which gazes us in the eyes and bones
and smiles or screams when obtaining our souls.
oh dear death, you play my life like an artist!

blue words on white paper
that's what she wrote in secret
then placed them with care aside
near his black glasses
to surprise him or not,
that ended with:
your love.

I feel  mostly hurt when I'm unable
to permanently give you the condition of resting.
I know that between yesterday and today*
you press Enter
*for tomorrow.

some say it's true some say is fake
love will cost, and the price to pay
a broken heart to be put in place
is to let the cracks stay on sight
and wait to eventually
be glued with love.

I looked in your heart and I fall in love with what I saw
I like it there, is warm, fluffy and not so crowded
like the hearts of other man I've been inside
for a small period of time.

I've lost my words the moment you turned your back on me
and I can't replay to people's questions
other way than using signs.

I've lost my hearing at your first scream
using disappointed words like...
well, those I can not write.

I saw the sunset every morning since then
and I've tried to speak small words like:
beautiful and caring and I.

I saw a man today who touched my hands
and the intensity of one moment
made me wish I could see in his heart,
and also in his head.

I've heard a simple question coming from him
and I quickly answer it without thinking,
my voice was strong but still ****
and I've remember that that was the first time since
well,
I've remember to use words with voice
and I'll not be afraid to make myself notice anymore,
because like you
I can move on.

Distinguishing that I have this flame,
that has a blaze of shame
because of the appalling thoughts
that voyaged my fields of mind
regarding how appalling
will it be to have
your lips on mine
your shirt off and trousers as well
furthermore
I can't enlighten you on the remaining thoughts.

occasionally I want to hide myself
somewhere safe from the entire word
so I can watch how is out there
without me,
if it's good or bad
if I'd be missed or not,
and if is ok
I want to leave and never come back.

a new year will come
let's hope for more
passion and compassion
kindness and sweet thoughts,
no more idle nor stubbornness,
just unsuspected powers
to uplift joys that create
a great
new
journey.

I saw the words on your lips the day you left
It broke me strait on the left.
I don't want to remember but I do
You came for me
As I came for you,
I know the feeling
I love you too.

stop replaying stupid mind
I close the deal,
let's move it on.

A touch, a smile, a nasty thought
Covered it all from the start.
I'm stuck in love
So deep with you.
It's what I say
for me is true.

Beloved child of mine
I desire you to have
Fulfilled life, greater than mine!
With smiles and giggles
For everyone!

When cry upon you will come
I shall stand with open arms
For you to find
My chest, my hold, my lullaby.
❤ Always and forever ♥

I've sold my soul to you this month
thinking all the past will be forgot,
instead I've found myself with tears on cheeks
and you looking like a fool at me.

there's something that I wanted to ask
about songs that slowly resonate in my field of heart
are you hear them too, or is just me?
however, I keep that for me.
the songs start easily and grow by time
when my lover comes towards me unannounced.
I'm still on the same frequency as he is,
in a world where speaking words like I love you
have real power, to move the space, to warm up a body
to create a need for more, considering even a life time together.
so, must be a song about love.

The single star on London sky
is white dot shining high
a clear path between two worlds
and we are stuck on planet Earth.

this star is bright and every night
is looking curious down my window
staring into my eyes,
in one month we came so close
my dear star sings me songs
and tells me stories
about people and other mysteries.

we make a trade in life
in every second of our journey on earth
to buy the things we think we need
just to witness them slowly fade.
we are somehow forced to keep the trading action in control
for no other reason, but feeling sorrow on our own,
thereby,
we trade health with money
youth for old age
pain for tears
a fake smile for pride
a good candy for childhood memories
and the work we do now for what we might have someday.

Things to say in a life time are just that,
A life time to say them, not to hide them with pride.
Where is my courage to scream them to you?
I think it's lost on a forgotten path.