It's time

for you to begin seeking

the great world

that is in front of you.

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.

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.

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.

there are a lot of sad things in the world to see
that melt the heart with hot tears
and
make the body to thrill of compassion.
for some of us, who can easily recognize
people who don't know how to live,
because all they do is to survive.
humans often forget about what is life about
the most common feeling is
not to be content of... life
and I can hear them say a lot
not enough
beautiful, skinny, rich, bold, fast, smart.
I get so tormented that I want to yell at them:
*do you know how to enjoy life?

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.

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.

I saw you too late
and maybe it's better this way
because
once you know, you can't unknow
that my mind screams to you
and my body screams for you
and
I hope that the dreams
about your lips
will never end
as well
as your laughter
that still resonates
in my eardrums.

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

there are different types of crying
each of us has at least one or two
and from my point of view
the most used is the one without tears,
when the soul cries loud and everything in the body hurts.
and there is another one that goes hand in hand with rain
you're between droplets, crying and nobody can see the tears.

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.

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.

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

do I cross your mind as much you cross mine?
are you thinking at a way to let the pride not stand in our way?
are you measuring the distance between our bodies
analyzing how to surprisingly touch my lips with yours?
or how your tongue can make a way into mine?
how long it will get for you to decide?

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.

What time is it?
She searched the room
Brown and white and almost red
She is a ghost
A body with life, or maybe not.

What time is it?
Whispers are low
Only by paying attention
The words can be heard.

What time is it?
Who will answer?
Walls, carpets and furniture?

What time is it?
I pray God will answer.

What time is it?*
Please give me an answer.

closing my eyes to forget I can see,
to smell with nose the special floral perfume of spring rose.
with closed eyes I can hear earth whispering to above
and the echoes from beyond.
with close eyes I can feel the drop of cold rain on my cheek
so I can make a subtle smile with my lips
with closed eyes I can feel the wind on my face
and the miracle of water spreading down my neck.
with closed eyes I can move freely
forgetting about life obstruction around me.
walking and feeling the sand between the toes
my eyes should stay forever closed.

you break my heart
you reap my soul
with no remorse
and no tears in eyes.