Yesterday
sleeping
I drew the sky.
I used the pink
as the sunsets
that in childhood I waited
to go to bed with them,
the purple
as the clouds
that as a boy I ran after,
the red
as the roses that you liked,
I used the blue
as the nights
when in youth I hugged you,
the yellow
as the sun
that with light
has illuminated
throughout the life
our love
and lastly the grey
as the tears
that as an old man
I have to shed
for not having you with me anymore.


6.10.'13

I hand over
in front of the sea
my eyes to the evening
and for me she lays them down
on the wake of moon
there
until the last glow
will have adorned the sky
with diamonds and rubies
emeralds and topazes
and in the morning
when the sun
lighting up
rises
I will succeed in closing them again
to dream of beauty.

15.7.'13

Love me
with the strength of the lion
and the sweetness of the fawn,
with the passion of a youth
and the wisdom of the old.
Love me
with the force of a storm
and the quietness of a brook,
with the warmth of a mother
and the desire of a child.
Love me one minute
one night
a life.
Love me forever
only now
whenever you want.
Love me however
but love me.

27.5.’12

With two wings I was born
but what their use is I don't know,
I tried to hop
but I fell down,
jump here jump there
jump down jump up,
my cage is very small
and I already have two legs.
To eat I have this beak
and to play I have a swing.
I am alone,
to whom do I ask?
Who looks at me, amused,
doesn't realize that I'm crying.
I can open them,
are they a cloak?
Or maybe I can use them to sleep.
I am alone,
who can explain to me?
I have two wings that I don't use,
I was born with them and so I'll keep them
but what their use is I don't know.

20.3.'08

The years will pass
crumbling what little
of us, fleeing, will remain,
youth will pass
erasing the splendour
of that time gone,
the desire to wake you up
with the scent of a rose will pass,
to run after you
among the weeping willows,
the night will pass
without longing
for the morning after,
everything will pass
without wishing anything else

and I will still want you.

18.3 . '12

I would like to grow old
waking up
every day
with a smile,
falling asleep
every night
with a hope.

I would like to grow old
always looking for
something to find out,
something to understand,
something to learn.

I would like to grow old
having close
someone who loves me,
someone who misses me,
someone to help.

I would like to grow old
with a flower to grow,
with a sunset
to admire,
with a God
to thank.


19.4.'09

I will wait
that the snow
melts
to find
our flower again,
that the roses
unfold
to watch them
together.
I will count
the days
and every moment
of them.
I will fish
for an excuse
not to think of you
even at night.
I will let
the stars
tell me
about you.
I will listen
to the moon
pronouncing
your name
and at every beat
of eyelashes
I will be an istant
closer to you.