In those days
when the sun lights
the contours of the clouds
that now and then
let glimpse the sky,
when my spirit does not know
whether to follow the sadness
of the shadows of the evening
that slowly appear
or the cheerfulness of the light
that veiled filters,
in those days
I stand still to recompose
distant echoes
of small
unforgotten
unforgettable
fragments of love.

26.12.’13

(to all the forbidden loves)

In the universe
there is room for every star,
only among the human beings
there is no room for every love.
I will wait to turn into a star
to be able to love you.

28.11.'14

I drink little and slowly,
I want the wind
if it's gentle,
the rain
if it doesn't wet,
the sun
if it doesn't burn.
I drink little and slowly.
I want the pleasure
without satiety,
the rest
which doesn't tire me,
the life
in small sips
and when the water will be finished
I will have drunk everything
without drowning.

12.2.'14

I want to love you
and I will not fear time
which corrodes passion,
I will not fear monotony
which sinks desire.
I want to love you without asking anything
but a bed of roses,
without looking for anything else
but your smile.
I want to love you to offer you the moon
and visit together the stars,
to plunge into the sea
and re-emerge in the sky.
I want to love you
and colour our home
with joys
painting in fresco the walls
with memories.
I want to love you
until the last sun sets
and if the universe is eternal
so will be our love.

22.3.'14

It won’t be the desert
that burns my core
until a sole tear
trickles out of my eye
and dampens my heart.
It won’t be a thunder storm
that sweeps away my dreams
because just one tree will be enough
to hold me tight
and keep me from flying away
nor will the storm ever be able
to drown my soul
because I have an ocean
full of rocks
to which I can cling
but just one day without you
would be enough
to make me afraid of life.

Dear Father Christmas,
bring me the presents
I have always wanted.
Bring me affection
for children,
a smile
for the elderly,
bring me peace
where there is war,
love
where there is hatred.
Bring me sunshine
when it's cold,
water
when there is thirst.
Bring me stars
for those who have no hope,
confidence
for those who don't believe.
Bring me the presents
I have always wanted.
Bring me a master
for the abandoned dog,
a little pity
for the mistreated animals.
Give serenity
if someone has lost it
and joy
to those who've never known it.
Give out hearts
because everybody needs one,
respect
where the powerful
always win,
a friend
for those who have only enemies.
Bring me the presents
I have always wanted
and make every home a place
where it's always Christmas.

16.12.'13

I miss
the water
that lashes
the rock,
the wind
that raises
the sand,
the scream
of the seagulls
and the foaming
of the wave.
I take
the shell,
I bring it
near to the ear
and I walk,
listening
to the sea.

21.4.'09

Only now do humans understand
because they can touch it
with their hands.
Look above yourself.
Only now has mankind
discovered a distant black hole
200 million light years away
200
million
light years away
traveling at 300.000 kilometers per second
per 60 seconds
per 60 minutes
per 24 hours
365 times a year
per 200 million years
and this black hole
is big
17 billion times bigger
17
billion times bigger than
our sun.
Now, do you really think
you were put here by chance?

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

The loves of the past
are like the wind
and when the wind is silent
the leaves sleep.
It’s almost as if they are thinking,
bored
sick of life
but the wind comes and goes
and when the wind blows,
the leaves stir restlessly
and sometimes,
if it weren’t for the branches,
they would disappear along with it.

Sleep, little boy, it's still nighttime
no worries in your heart
no  thoughts in your mind
and may not be time for you now
to sail on stormy waves
because only smiles and caresses
for the child his mother wants.
Sleep, little boy, it's still nighttime
there's neither hate here nor war
there's no hunger, abuse or violence
greed does not tempt man
only with goodness we behave
we love love always love.
Sleep, little boy, it's still nighttime
sweet fables your mum sings.

4.3.'14

Where dreams turn into reality
and reality doesn't need dreams,
where the sun never sets
and each night has stars.
Where the roses are without thorns
and the deserts full of water,
where the oceans can be drunk
and on the clouds sleeping is possible,
where men can remain children
and children are not afraid to grow up,
where the fairy tales don't exist
and the beautiful things last forever.
Only like this I like it
all the rest is melancholy.

9.12.'13

That gust of wind is blowing tonight
bringing with it the scent of the sea
the sweet soft voices of children
who laugh as they play on the shore
and transform that gust of wind
into a harp that lifts my spirits.
I want to listen to the melodies of the sea
written for me on a moonlit night
under a sky streaked with light.
Gems of summer strewn with joy.

My beautiful love
if I had you with me now
I would stop wandering
across the stars of the sky,
I would build a castle
to fill it with flowers
and with moon lights
I would adorn its walls,
I would ask the night
to colour it with silver
and the time
to lock us
to stay thousands of years
hugged to you.

8.3.'14

Unaware protagonist
of my love dream,
I will take with me the secret
of a never-lived story,
hidden between the lines
that I'm now writing for you.
Trusted ink
that knows my heart
to you I secretly tell
my dream of love.

Naked is my soul
before a windy sea
when my eyes
look for the quiet
of  a child's sweet slumber.
Naked is my soul
in front of the roar of the lion
when my ears
seek the silence
of green meadows in Spring.
Naked is my soul
in front of the hard trunk of an oak
when my brain
needs the rippling of the clay
and I will dress in rags
because I can't find clothes,
I will cover myself with dreams
because I'm blinded
by hope,
I will be filled with illusions
because I'm full
of love.

Sleepless
is this night with you
because even one moment
snatched from sleep
is a moment
strewn with love.
Tomorrow
our night
will be fog
dispersed in the wind,
the hugs
will be vain regrets,
the moans
far away echoes,
the caresses
sweet memories
and it will be a sleepless night
but it will forever be
a night of love.

If you cry I cry
if you laugh I laugh
and we will continue to love us so
embraced
until the moon
gets tired  of giving us his rays,
until the sun
will forget
to wake us up in the morning.
If you cry I cry
if you laugh I laugh
and we will continue
to fill our days with promises
and the nights with hopes,
to find in our glances
understandings
and in the hands that caress us
sweetness.
If you cry I cry
if you laugh I laugh
and it will not be spring anymore
if you are not here too,
I will not watch the stars anymore
if I have to lose you,
I will not open the eyes anymore
if I know that I don't find you.
If you cry I cry
if you laugh I laugh
and if the wind had wings
would tell the universe
the fable of love.

18.1.'14

I would wake up in the morning
lay my eyes on you
and happy
my day
would already be full.
Only for you
I could live
without wishing anything else,
I would be able not to wish anything else
to keep on living.
Only for you
it would be beautiful
climbing the sky
to bring you a star,
riding a comet
to show it to you,
******* the sun
to give its rays to you.
I would drain an ocean
to collect the pearls,
take a sunset
to offer its colours to you
and only for you
I would strew the tears in the wind
to keep only the smiles.

26.9.'13

On the pink rush
I would lay down my shoulders
reclining my head,
while my eyes
look for you
and languid,
inebriated with pleasure
attracted by passion
ravished by your scent
pervaded with your skin
dimmed by longing,
feel
laugh
cry,
let themselves be tempted
seduced
loved,
want to touch
watch
hear,
can hug
strip
dream.
On the pink rush
I would lay down my shoulders
and to beauty,
that only youth
has,
I would offer my eyes

as pledge of love.

17.5.'11

The fisherman
casts the net
but when there's no tag
on the line,
he knows
that he didn't cast it properly
or that he cast it
in the wrong place.

I saw the stars
of the Big Dipper
from the city
and then I went to the seaside,
hoping to see them again
and they were there
waiting for me.
I asked them how they had managed
to get there before me
and they replied
that one must
stay still and steady
if they want to run fast.

On the cliff,
where dreams live
and the colours are wishes,
there is a little rock
on which I often sit.
Upon me the sea,
made of music
that cannot be heard
but can be seen,
of rivers
where sunsets flow
and dawns
dance with the moon.
Around me
the hands of the wind
tell stories
that I can touch
while the rays of the sun
playing run after each other
and under the cliff
singing nebuale
dress with light
the hair of the sky.

3.1.’15

Saranè
is sweetness to kiss
when the first morning lights
shine upon the hair
that my hands cover
and my senses graze.
Saranè
is impetuous yell of passion
that the voice of wind whispers
when even a day
without love
changes the heart
into a desert.
Saranè
is beauty that makes sigh
when the waves of the sea
strew us with reflections,
is tenderness to keep
while the smile
lights up the eyes
and if the stars disappear
I will know
where to look for them.

31.12.'13

There's snow dew
between my fingers now
and I hold a loving kiss
in my hand.
I will bring it to you
wherever you are
and only then
will I open my hand
to let it fly to you
and give you
the same shivers I get
whenever I think of you.

“Hold me
for just one more night
before I leave
to become a soldier of war
and don’t cry tonight.
Keep your tears
and sow them
by the lime-tree
in the shade of which
I loved you.
I will come back to pick the shoots
and adorn your hair
before the fruit
of your womb is born.”
Years went by
shoots blossomed
and every day a child
comes and picks a leaf
to put it under his pillow
and fall asleep saying
“Good night, Dad.”

Swallows' games
in the summer sky.
They ****
flutter
play
drawing wefts
with black and white colours
and with embroideries
the blue vault
seems to be painted.
My eyes follow
but chasing them
they get tired
until exhausted I close them
and in the darkness
the swallows
still fly about.

30.6.'13

All day long on the balcony
every day on the balcony
all night long on the balcony
every night on the balcony
two three brief walks
just to make
and then again on the balcony.
You watch the world
from a railing
sometimes you even bark
in most cases it seems a howl
desperate
desperate
you wait for food and a caress
a smell in a hurry
a voice that you think is friendly.
Hot or cold
rain or snow
you are always a balcony dog.
I don't understand
why you are there
and if I were you
I would have already thrown myself off.

27.11.’13

That beach was so beautiful
and so beautiful were its pebbles
all alike and tidy
smooth and clean
worn down by time
by the sea and by the wind.
Strolling was a pleasure
and my eyes
filled up with harmony
until a voice,
plaintive and almost weeping,
broke into my thoughts.
“I'm here, under your feet,
among all the pebbles
I’m the one that’s different from the others
because I didn’t let
the sea and the wind
wear my body smooth.
I want to ask you a favour.
Take me far away,
there’s nowhere here
for those who don't want
to be like the others.
Here everything is beautiful
to your eyes
but for us
forced to be all alike,
with no freedom
we might as well be dead.”
I picked up the pebble
which seemed deformed
and was rough to the touch,
but which my heart already loved.
I took it away
to another beach
where the sea and the wind
were mild
and all the pebbles were different
from one another,
in their forms and colours,
in their voices and thoughts.
I go and see it every day
and mixing them up is impossible
because each one of them

has a different smile.