It's waking up
in the morning
and keeping on
dreaming,
it's living together
even being far away,
it's smelling
the same scent
among  a thousand of scents,
it's hoping
that the time
will not hurry up
to fly,
it's feeling ourselves different
without being changed,
it's realizing
that we are smiling
without having wanted it.
Love is
a ray of sun
trapped
in the heart.

26.2.'10

When the last petal
of the rose that you gave me
withers,
when the scent
of your skin
disappears,
in the days of the moon
I will watch the hand
on which you used to sleep
and one more time
under the silver rays
I will kiss your lips
to never forget you.

11.3.'15

I'm two years old
and I have many wires
on the arms
they put them
even on the head
and sometimes
on the legs,
I don't understand
what they're doing
but I cry
because it hurts.
I was told
that outside
the world is beautiful
but when do I go out
of this box?
I'm two years old
and I have many wires,
if I were a child
they wouldn't do it
they would cry out
that it's horrible,
you too
would think the same.
But a little mouse
doesn't arouse pity
and when
I shout
with pain
nobody hears
nobody listens
nobody cries.
I would like to be
a child
and yet
I too
have hands, legs,
eyes and ears,
have nose, mouth,
nerves and heart,
and yet
I too
tremble and suffer,
I'm cold,
I'm scared
and I feel pain.
I would like to be
a child
to see
the world
and forget
a box
and many wires.

25.6.'09

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

The boy looks
so gentle
with a rose on his head
and a refined appearance.
Elegant motions
make noble his body
and sweet words
mild his heart.
I THE prince, chose him
as my squire
and in far away lands
and lost worlds
we have shared
fire, water, food,
a pallet,
interwoven with memories,
a life,
adorned with colours,
a destiny,
embroidered with love.
We have drunk
at the spring of Eternal Youth
and from time immemorial
we, sometimes hidden,
live our adventures
in the minds of men.

8.6.’15

“I'm smiling at you”
the sky said to me
but there was only a quarter of the moon
and I didn't understand.
“Bend your head”
he then said to me.
“One should be able to watch
from every angle
to see the beautiful things
where it seems that there aren't.”
I bent the head
and the sky was smiling at me.

24. 8. ’15

It may really be true
that in my heart
feeling is sweet
and desirous
of everlasting quiet
I go on looking
for peace and love
but will my rose be able
to flower one day?
Will it be able to keep
without withering
and dying wounded
under a mantle of snow?

2.1.'15