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.

it's about friendship
one of a few things mankind can accomplish.
I don't quite remember,
but with you was all clear from the beginning
relations are quite amazing.

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 find myself sitting on the bed,
in a quiet of grave,
staring at the empty bag
that lays in front of me
supposed to be already made.
I will let all here, behind.
This thought makes me smile more
Finally, I'm going home.

today we count down
years since your first breath
so let's take a moment to recall it all.
              
                         ...

I've been whispering you
Happy Birthday
since ten years ago.

One decade seeing you grow
becoming the man you always
been wishing for.

Happy birthday my dear husband
and happy many years
together dancing.

I will continue to wake you up
in the middle of the night
to whisper softly
'Happy birthday Adrian!'

reading a book isn't about
reading good words carefully chosen
to create a magic display
of perfect scenes,
it's about feeling every moment and movement
that happens between covers
like that would happen in your present reality
and you're there,
ubiquitous,
deciding whether or not the action should continue.

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...

to capture a few seconds
of my sophisticated sense of humor
is not actually a lost.
like when I simply say that sometimes
I get sick of feeling a tremendous fear
when I smile with hidden pain at someone
*who is half way to the death side.

She struggles for more
But
She settles for less,
Breathing slowly
Face down on the cold ground.
She wrote HELP
Even if no one read
There is a HOPE
That tomorrow is not too late.

I am standing still while the world is moving
I have nothing to give while my heart is pounding
I am standing still while spying on others
I am standing still crying or laughing.

I am standing still while you dance
I am standing still while people are dying
I am standing still while words are flying
I am standing still to catch lyrics for my poem.

I am standing still when you kiss me good morning
I am standing still when eating nothing
I am standing still and no one is noticing
I am standing still while I am dying.

I could let myself down in an acrylic tub full of tears
and no one will notice its springing from my eyes.

I could let myself down on the cold ground of winter earth
and no one will notice I will be part of him from now on.

I could not speak a word or write one
and no one will notice the silent that eats parts of me
as I become none.

I could tell you stories of what I feel inside
I could tell you stories of what desire felt like
I could and could and could
but I won't and won't and
won't.

my heart wants to understand and
be refound in what my mind reads.
a clarity of what happens in front of me
because is hard, and I get tired.
so tired of trying
and slowly I let go. becoming numb.
staying like that until I'll figure it out
to cry myself to sleep at night
to make rhymes in my head
with
this disease
how sick is that?
thought, I can still see "the forest"
but is not green. is grey to black.

I need you to touch me
do it now.
I want your body, you want mine
remember you said
sweetheart, everything will be fine.

tips of your finger are silk
barely touch my cleavage
my entire body is so rich
rich of your small just sprinkle kisses.
I need you to touch me more
what are you waiting for?

your palm is burning, under my skin
looking in your eyes
I'm reading a long story of desire.
is all for me?

you smile to me, smile for me
when you do it
my thoughts become blurry.
please, stop whisper into my ear
I can't handle anymore
please
just, touch me!

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.

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.

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.

It was your birthday
not long ago,
yesterday to make it clear,
and
I did not call
to sing the song
to wish you well
to say cheerful
'Happy birthday!'

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.

remember to breathe when the world moves fast around you
remember to grab and hold tight when you start feel spinning around
remember to close your eyes taking a moment for you
remember to yell and cry and run and stay and live
remember to kiss and love and hug and protect
remember is a difference between alone and lonely
remember not to say all you know, keep something for yourself
remember to open your eyes and see the truth beyond watching
remember about time and loss and appreciation
remember to contribute with your knowledge
remember all of us grieve someone
and just remember to breathe.

Poems with power impact on life
Lyrics that bring a soul from land of the death
Courage with strength of iron shrouded in gold
And people still cry deep in the twilight.

Dawn is a curse when remember to go
At doctor for a white paper with black letters on,
Recipes written on mega speed
Others don't give a dime if you leave.

I forgive myself from being mean
I forgive you for shouting at me
Forgive and forget and happy move on,
Let the earth spin one more year around the sun.

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.

searching deep beneath and high above
for special little things in people to see,
to help understand the flows that are carried
in mind, or on shoulders, or in heavy walking
down the street,
it doesn't matter what is there,
we find only what we can recognize and what we need
since the first day to the last in our lives.

you don't pay attention to me
empathizes with someone else
but not me.

I am a witness.
I don't want to be.

You are my friend, stay by me.
your mouth start moving
different sounds I can distinguish.

I see rivers that form slowly.
I see eyes glowing.
I see  tired genes
stick themselves until you blink.

the hurt, the pain, the guilt.
I take your hand and you squeeze.

I feel a paper in your palm,
unfold is a poetry
so I start to read:

                                      *I enjoy you like a rainy day
                                       whatever you do, I become delightful.

                                       I'm so glad that I have you.
                                       I'm glad that you smile and touch me
                                       I'm glad that you read and walk with me
                                       and I am glad you show me how you feel.

It was for him, you say to me.
you seem lost, I will not leave.

found happiness on blazed hills
enjoy love on unforgettable lands

I will love you the most
sounded very childish, a long time ago,
and in seven years I always came first.
I never said thank you for your love
you don't have to
because dear
love is for free.
and I choose to love you.

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

unable to tell you my deepest thoughts
for months wondering "is this the worst?"
        do you see how far we fell
is the question that I often say
like a shy weak girl starting to create a song
while we become more apart.

running to you at my best speed
hearing your yell that you're doing the same
hoping that the little fire we managed to create
will not die in the void we started to feel
meanwhile replaying part two of the song
       *until we meet again, my love.

I was in the market place to buy eggs
and I saw him
a mentally ill old man begging for something.
the seller said to him...
                                            (what do you think?!)
the mentally ill old man started wallowing on the ground
and beg and beg and beg
in his incoherent of logic.
I was stunned.

when I was 5 I realized that my class mates
from kinder garden didn't listen to our teacher
and mock the others with and about anything
and I didn't understood why.
10 years later I realized that there are good girls and good boys
and also bad girls and bad boys.
I always choose the good ones, but
I secretly asked myself how are the bad ones.
after another 10 years... I know who they are.
they are people who can't understand a brother or a sister in pain.
they are incapable of love and acceptance.
who can guard with their life's
gues what? strawberries!
in a little **** market place.
the seller continue to do his job,
making abstraction of what just happened.

poor man he wanted a few strawberries.
A. give him money and the mentally ill old man started to cry
and I fought back the tears because
I didn't have the courage to let them free.

how awful of me to remember a ill human being
associated with one or two or three strawberries he wanted
to taste.

my heart asks about you, what should I say?
that you are miles away? In other world I might say
and yet still here, nowhere to reach me.
you are all the spring flowers on the hills
and the earth is breathing through you
only three months a year.
you are the clouds that pass in front of the sun
in a long day of summer time.
you are all the leafs that fall from trees
more in a day in autumn season than in all year.
you are the frozen snow under my boots
that whisper softly in my ears
little sister,
*I miss you too!

Maybe we are like tall trees that are burst by the wind from all sides,
But because of those difficulties, they have grown deep roots underground.
Perhaps that’s the all point, to not bend too much until they break,
So they can survive multiple shots of pain.

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.

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.