“You've been crying for days
and for nights now.
What is it, sky,
that makes you sad
and troubles your mind?”
“I saw a man
playing with the pain
of another man.
I offered him the sun
to let him live.
He said no
because he didn't have
tears of compassion.
This is why I cry.
They are the tears
that man doesn't want to shed
in front of the pain.
And the rain will never stop.”

9.2.'15

I hear the sea in the distance
writhing and yelling
in an evening of rain
turned to day by the lightning,
never ending fury,
and made frightful by the thunder
that never stops crying
while the wind roars
scattering the leaves.
Deafening night tonight,
the stars have fled
and even the dark
doesn't want to come back anymore.

3.2.'15

That moment of tenderness
in the gaze,
that gentle tone
in the voice,
that bowing head
and the faint smile.
They don't belong to many.
Everybody can feel,
only a few people
can cross the limit
that takes them to the other side
of sensitivity.

7.9.'15

I'm alone on the seashore
when the sun
is getting ready to sleep,
but then I realize
that someone is calling me.
It's the wind
that whispers in my ear,
it's the sky
that cheers up my mind,
it's the sea
whose rippling strikes me,
it's the sea-gull
that skims the wave
and advances towards me,
it's the sand
that gently caresses me.
I'm no longer alone
on this late
afternoon in springtime.

26.4.'15

I ate the water
that tasted of stone
melted by the ice
of the human heart.
There was a little boy
beside me
in that well of mud
and he had never drunk
clean water.
He said to me:
“This water is magic
because it comes down
white from the sky
and it comes up
brown from the earth.
My grandfather told me.”
I smiled at him
but in the water
that I was drinking
a tear fell.

9.11.'15

If love asked me
to prove my tenacity
in Autumn I would take him
under the tree of my memory
to have him covered
by the leaves and by its branches
and I would come back in Spring
to show him that everything
is green yet again.

29.9.'15

“I love you so much
that you will forever be mine”,
the Earth promised the lava,
“nobody must look at you
and you mustn't look at anyone.
I will keep you for me,
only for me,
you won't need anything
but me,
you mustn't have anything
but me.”
She locked her for years and years
deep inside her core,
happy prisoner
of a great love.
But time is a temptress
and passion
has a short life.
The volcano listened
to the lava's moans
and opened his mouth
to let her out
until the Earth
locked her up again.
It's always been like this
and even if her escape is short
under the Earth
the lava hatches
because without freedom
there's no love.

4.1.'16