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Feb 2016 · 427
Mindnight Escape
Caterina Feb 2016
you were so beautiful
we spoke
harmoniously
looking each other
tenderly
You caressed
my cheek
and smiled at me
sweatly
I was so happy,
I found my
Nirvana State
But then
everything
disappeared
  including
                      you
Why did you
abbandon
me
during the
dark and rainy
night
I had lost all
hopes
but
Afterwards
I
got
up
Feb 2016 · 478
Empty speeches
Caterina Feb 2016
Sometimes I
need to
let of steam.
Sometimes I
feel carelessly
around me
people talking
nonsense
with lots and lots
of words without
a meaning
people that flaunt
their ignorance
with certainty and
haughtiness.
Sometimes I
need to vent
because I can't
bear folks
that don't give
importance
to the content
of their talks.
Sometimes I
just need to
let of steam.
Jan 2016 · 731
A STEP in my mind
Caterina Jan 2016
I like to
see the world
from different corners.
I like to discover
new streams of
thinking

watching
         the emptiness
listening to
          the silence
I like to walk
by myself
and explore
unknown
places
I like to
smell the
scents of wood
when no one
is watching
Through my thoughts
Jan 2016 · 414
_______blank
Caterina Jan 2016
How could be
scary a
blank page?
with this
infinity
s  p  a  c  e
and its
white face
that stares at you
with a vacuous look.
You are
in front of it
motionless
empty brain
and petrified hand.

I'm looking for
something
in that
blank page
and know what?
I've just
filled it.

(Could you grout the void with other void?)
Where you are stuck
Jan 2016 · 599
A letter
Caterina Jan 2016
Dear Starman,
now that you've left
our world
to reach yours
I'm Happy.
Now that you can
        dream
        like a martian
and travel
       across
        the galaxies
and dance
               through
       the Venus
          moons
I'm Happy.
The Earth is always blue
up there
isn't it?  

Goodbye
     dear Starman

(11-1-16 Rest in peace Mr Bowie)
My personal goodbye to the astronaut of dreams
Jan 2016 · 638
Seagulls (a poem)
Caterina Jan 2016
walking along the beach
during a foggy day
sea is quiet
waves touch tenderly
the sand.
And you are Alone.
Alone.
start running barefoot
waving hands through
the fog
no one can stop you
no one can hear you
start screaming
so loud
and finally free.
Can you feel it?
Scream disappearing
absorbed by clouds
barefoot cold
and sandy
Sea's lapping
Silence
                        and breaths.
something about freedom
Jan 2016 · 635
A Big Street (a poem)
Caterina Jan 2016
I can't breathe
     still sitting there
with my flower dress
  on a wood bench
Where am I?
Actually don't know.
  There is a thick fog stripe
all over my head.
I'm thinking blindfold
I feel the confusion inside me
I feel silence around me
   Where am I?
waving hands wishing
the fog will go away
     Still
           there  
          the fog
   (and the confusion)
Something introspective

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