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.

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.

I've heard some words that bring just pain
mostly from moms or dads that fight with fists,
and
I've seen some kids that stay just still,
five minutes or at least.
I was so scared that poor children can be
living statues at the gate.
the gate that's border between now and then
or I rather say, between us and them.
I've heard sounds that keep me up at night,
even in dreams everything is
with silent screams
while my heart is bent in two.

I have no fear to admit
that
I've come to depend on you.
the strength of your arms when you bring me closer to you
the heat of your body always warm,
your steady heartbeat.
how your chest vibrates while you speak
when my head is on your back
because there is one of my favorite places
in the world to be,
upon you
thinking that I cannot touch the ground.
I'm untouchable.

seconds before the kiss our eyes meet
anticipation makes me get closer
then collide with pressure increasingly higher.
sometimes I think I'll become liquid
because I'm melting in desire
in the pleasure of a simple kiss
warm. gentile/ naughty. wet.

my life is so normal, beautiful and restful
always being around you
and for this I am more than grateful.

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 ♥

have a break from poetry
he shouts and chills are spreading
down my spine,
reality is here
I am looking forward to escape it
don't close your **** eyes*
I want my eyes to stay open just to see
and to stay close just to rewire
this reality with some fantasy,
to make it prettier
just a bit.
he continues to shout,
I do not care,
I will always have my poetry.

I can stare
at your pretty face,
looking in your soul
and describe to the world
the beauty you have inside.*

words of powerful color
I've heard for so long,
that never stopped to come...

Someone said to me
*The devil doesn't give free samples.

I move on with confidence to conquer the earth
breathe slowly, not thinking I'm wasting time.
fists raised, mind clear, feet apart
bring it on
LIFE.
I am ready to fight.
I am ready for more.
I don't give up.
Anymore.

A river is forming on the mirror of my eye
I should not blink, I can't risk to be tired apart.
apart of my reality of fiction happiness
and happy ends that never ends.

deep thoughts on stream and my mind is drought
secrets hopping from here to there
making their ways down with moist salty
until can reach the innocent heart.
I'm afraid that soon enough, lovely heart
will be corrupted by the reasons
that are still active inside the mind.
at horizon, happy places and interesting sites.
but how to enjoy when one eye is seldom cry?

therefore,
you don't need to go back in time
it's all here,
you can feel it, smell it and touch it
as long as you are creative to imagine.

even the small breeze of negativity in the air
has an effect of slowing down some normal things
                why is writing poetry?
to move the fingers that crave to write the words,
first on papers and later - hopefully - on every soul
about the power of quiet, of love, of kiss, we see and feel,
and at the end of the day, the last thoughts that sing inside
are from a man that I've heard him say:
                If you forget that you have to die
                *you forget that you have to live.

I break the days
in parts of beauty and happiness
sadness and pain,
longing for the dusk to settle
and rising my weeping eyes
to see those around me
as heartbreaking as I am.

wandered far into the dreams
while you were in front of me,
chests which touch when breathing deep
and counting down seconds until the kiss.

why should you keep
   the secret ?
  
   because...
   she's not yours to love.