I

The absence of air
affects the lungs,
which stop inflating,
and kills the subject of illusions.

The absence of love,
which is not so fatal,
immortalizes the unemotional
and ponders if in heaven he must be put.

There's a longing
as wilting as flowers
and as old as happiness.

There are colors
which together paint my town
with praises and pains.

II*

There's a new effect:
creepy like fear,
fragile since early
and sad when undone.

There's a new now
which arrives in mind
and explores in it
everything what feels

The absence of us
saddens the unhappy
when there are no advantages,

The absence of what I did,
done alone,
makes useless what is said about flowers.

Sometimes I wanted to grow up
with the same rapidity used
to fall in love in secret
... forgetting wouldn't be a problem,
on the contrary, it would be a solution.

So dead I lived the past,
hiding in dreams;
and still dead I will live the future,
suffering in nightmares.

Life which I always wanted
was never the same
since the day in which
I got it justly.

And love was never the same
since the day in which it fell
inside the largest infinity:
the regret.

It's an open wound
caused by old yearning
of wanting to live
without even doing it.

Oh it was just a desire,
which like others,
died when finally
was fulfilled by time.

We have no fault
if from life we get
so much illusion;
coming since childhood
and reaching old age.

We have no fault
if current days
make us want
more and more
something better,
fictitious and
pleasant.

sometimes i wonder
if the world i live in
is one i made up in my head
that exists only for me

and if that’s true
i don’t mind
because the world i’ve created
is filled with madness
but the best madness i’ve created for myself
is you

The empty fills me
as if I had depth;
straight and fast,
yearning some forgiveness.

I can't resist to the hugeness,
however inoffensive it is.

Above me there's a sky
which really seems to be one.
The pale blue charms me
and the irregular white defines me.

I can't resist to time,
however long it is.

My body doesn't need
another surface
to touch...
– just have soul.

I can't resist to loneliness,
however sentimental I am.

I'm realizing that
I will always
discover something new
about myself.
Only if I can I keep an open mind
and try to find acceptance in the
things I cannot change.

I have so much more life
                                to live.
                     I cannot be afraid
         of wonder and risk.

I can't find the reasons, I keep asking why.
There's so much to life but we all fear to die.
Is it a gift or is it a curse?
We're so focused on success that we lose sight of our worth.

Ladies and gentleman,
there's something I really need to say.
We need to stop living for tomorrow
and start living for today.

I have
   big dreams

        and a  
            realistic mind.

You
     can
  only
         imagine
               the
  frustration.