Una nuvola arriva e copre,
Un ombra davanti al sole
Dalle tenebre
Diffonde la luce

Ha le forme di un tocco angelico
Forse un dio, premuroso,
O un suo messaggero,
Che abbaglia gli indifferenti

Ti avrò pensata una, due volte,
O forse cento o forse mille
Ogni volta era pura magia
Con le tue braccia a me avvolte

Ti avrò pensata urlando,
Piangendo e mentre ero felice.
Allo specchio mi son detto,
Rifarei tutto quel che andiam sognando

For some reason,
Things with no sense
Are the foundation
For everything else.

Standing on a raft,
Struggling through
waves and winds,
logic and reality.

You create your purpose,
a clear direction.
Maybe, this path,
can be the foundation.

Close your eyes,
Breathe calmly,
For some time

You've looked down to yourself for so long that you forgot what it was to be alive.
Break the walls that you've built around you to protect from the agony, the pain, the apathy, that trapped you into them.
Our lives are not supposed to be talked about in a piece of poetry. They are too complex, unique. Our reality cannot be determined simply by words, rhythm, rhymes, music.
Chemical signals. Physical laws. Duties, Emotions. Joy. Wellbeing. Despair. Depression.
The possibility of crying out loud all of the sadness that had built in for ages, and to absorb all of the splendor of a hug with someone you love in a minute that lasts forever. Enjoy your journey. Do not waste these precious moments, even the darker ones. We are to be living wonderful and sorrowful times, but life is not about wonderfully sorrowful times.
To wish you were someone else would ruin and waste your precious uniqueness. It is all about the journey, just live it all, experience all of the thousand sides in a diamond where life beatifully scattered its light. Experience the shadows, thrive in the dawn. Just do not forbid yourself from living. Do not anticipate.  Be wonderful and find your way.

Long breathe.
Embrace yourself,
and open your eyes.

Like mist,
Sparse,

Becoming water,
and then a river,
and going forever

And strong and fast and turbulent,
growing life and joy and colors,

Our purpose is,
and was never.

Quando penso a te,
non sei da qualche parte
a ragionare, a patire.
Un occhio, solo, alla luce,
Uno scudo contro mille lance,
In un terreno di battaglia lontano.
Sei qui con me,
E quando ti penso non ** paura
Né angoscia: io ti ** dentro
Quando ti vedo sei sempre come
Mille libri da cui trarre ispirazione.
Dentro di me, rimani il libro più bello
E il solo vederne la copertina
Mi fa stare meglio:
Sei come il sole, splendido dell'orizzonte,
Che diventa mio, al mattino
Sei una brezza di calma e di serenità
Che sfiora il corpo.
Che io sia ovunque,
Ti tengo stretta:
Con te sono piu forte,
Mi sento migliore
Il mondo intero lo sembra
Vi siano tramonti d'autunno,
O temporali e folgore
Sei la mia buona stella,
In questo luogo,
Dove si annega il pensiero,
E le preoccupazioni
Vorrei stare sospeso con te
In questo luogo;
E raccontarti a chiunque

‎    ‎        At
some        point,
             I
  felt           time
           just
                i
                c
                k
      ­          i
                n
                g

I do often gather onto these ledges
Alone, I save me where the sea beats.. and
Rustles,  waves, blue and green reflections,
Bubbles, shattering in grains, foaming. I think
Many more millions, just like me, here,
Had roosted, to observe, to listen;
Perchance they felt the very same
Strong, dulcet, genic quietness. Any one,
If they please, can just go ahead, and
Join me: here, some inches over the sea. I
Ceased to write as the dusk went by.

Per quanto ancora vedrai
il colore dei fiori, rigoglioso?
E il loro profumo, con questa brezza,
quanto spazio avrà percorso?
Che segno lasceranno i lor fusti
a chi li calpesterà?
Può un serpente
mordere persino il sole?

È qualcosa che capisco,
e che continuamente dimentico,
come un foglio che sbiadisce,
e che ogni tanto ricopio.

Come un cuore che soffre,
su ciò che è già andato,
che si rialza e rinasce,
con il petto rinvigorito.

Mi chiedo che sia l'immenso,
Un foglio bianco sporco,
Pieno di figure, di colori,
Un emozione dal nulla.
Mi chiedo se sai qualcosa di me,
Ora che non si scorge;
Anche l'immenso, ne son certo,
Procede verso il cambiamento.

We chose to be caught,
Swirling in this vortex,
With our crystalline eyes
Closed, or open—

innocence,
violence.

I remember clearly,
A flirt. A touch. A kiss.
I flew with my mind,
I loved it wet—

but you couldn’t love it then,
you couldn't even hate it,
you hate it now, looking back

We found ourselves
Spinning in the spiral
Of something we chose—
It was our own will,
Unbreakable by anyone,

though it had happened before:
you were torn apart like paper.

and now you are here,
gluing with gold the shattered pieces

Of the beautiful being you are,
Of the beautiful thing you swear to be,
Of the beautiful child you see,
When you look into the mirror
With your eyes wide open.

Clinging on the elusive cliff
I see nothing that might hurt beneath

With not much that is close by
I'll be taking my sweet time,
Trying not to fall to feel the sky

I might do everything, or nothing much,
A cloud of inertia I'm not hurrying to reach.
All is left is a huge sigh
Out the shell I was shielded by

I was dressing colorful to be alive,
Now swimming through the waves,
Heating up my ways,
Walking slowly, racking up the pace,
Bumping on rocks, damping the grace,

Playing the melody,

Relaxing the agony.

It begins

With fiery jokes about Canada  
And your hair, blazing, untamed

Is it maybe your stunning mind
I am simmering, 180 degrees

Perhaps it is the cookies we bake,  
The stories we share,
the laughter we shape
With such SERIOUS faces

I could look at you for hours.
Your beauty defies all word
But it's not even that —

Your charm and confidence  —
you wear them like a crown
—I know it must hurt

It could be your ambition
That I truly love so much

This burning sensation is so strange
I know you won't like this, but
This love, like wine, leaves me  
soaked, spinning, dizzy

I am just not used to this—
I've never wanted anybody to feel so good in life
But it is what I want for you

I feel so free,

You are too —

You know the moon is free falling too

Non é l'istruzione
Non sono gli oggetti
A fare un uomo,
Se stesso.

É come vive l'ora,
Cosa fa con gli altri;
Ció che condivide;
L'intenzione con cui lo fa,
La voglia;

La personalitá, il mistero,
la magia, la forza...

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