What a lot of stars
in the sky tonight.
I'd like to stretch out my hand
to take one of them,
keep it in the palm
and watch it shine.
I'd listen to it singing
the songs of the sky,
telling the stories
of the faraway stars
and at the end
I'd offer it a smile
to thank it for coming
asking it to take up above
a tear of joy.

26.1.'15

Our love is finished
and I don't look for you
nor you look for me.
Our time together is finished
and I don't know
whether to cry or rejoice.
I don't know if it's better to forget you
or to forget to remember you.
Without you
I feel bad
as I've never been with you
and at the thought
of going back to you
I feel bad
as I'd never be again with you.
Confused
my mind gets confused
and becomes numb even more
in a vortex
of confusion.
It wasn't you
on the phone now
but for a moment

I have dreamed.

5.6.'14

There are no stars in the sky tonight
nor rays of the moon dancing on the roofs.
In the branches I don't hear rhapsodies of wind
silent the restless foliage rests.
The horizon plays hiding itself
and the fields are mountains laid down on the sea.
There are no stars in the heart tonight
maybe they are sleeping among my dreams of love.

26.11.'14

You cannot love
a butterfly
because its wings
will alight
onto all the flowers of the field.
Love it without love
because the comets too
are stars.

7.1.'15

What's the matter with you, Summer?
Why do you cry and don't laugh?
There are no fires
in the fields
and your sun doesn't scare,
my mouth is not parched
with oppressive heat,
the grass in the meadow
is not yellow yet
and the sea water
keeps the cold of spring.
Why this year
your face is so sad?
That gentle wind
seems to be hiding
and the autumn rains
do not want to wait.
The frightened swallow
flies around,
it has just arrived
and it's about to go back.
It could be a whim
or even a joke
but I beg you don't do it
don't do it again
because like a swallow
without you
I would only want to flee.

14.8.'14

You are crying, woman.
Your love is deaf
and cannot hear
the moans of the mind,
is blind
and doesn't want to see
the tears of the heart.
You are crying, woman,
and there is blood of love
on your wounds,
that nobody knows,
covered by pain
that shouts in silence
while your eyes
hide,
in a sweet smile,
those sores of love.

7.1.'15

My soul will come to you
when my time is over.
I will not have to imagine you anymore
to stay with you,
I will not have to hope
not to leave you anymore.
My soul will come to you
empty of the body
in the hold of which
my spirit has sailed
and neither voice
nor hugs
will still be needed to love you,
neither distance
nor death
will still be able to part us.
My soul will come to you
and it will bring you a kiss
as a last memory
of our great love.

20.11.'14