Calling you was the best (and random) way to start
a conversation. First talk. First chill. First poem (?)
It was nice to meet you,
and it is nice to be with you wherever we are.
Wherever we want to be.

I am resting my body against this empty chair.
I'm not here at all, sitting in this balm, thinking of this love of mine.
And I'm sure we know we love each other, but I'd like
to say it in person, holding you, kissing your forehead
and finally whispering: "I love you".

Because my wounds are gone since the day I met you.
Gone. A scar is gone every day.
And words cannot describe  the happiness I see in your eyes
every time we say hello, every time we sing
or tell each other our deepest secrets.
I love more every time I think of you.

As you are my Valentine, I'd like to say
the things you want are the things I desire.
And the sunlight that wakes us up in a cold morning of a cold Fall;
the other wounds that will never heal with time and love
and the giant raindrops, which bring coldness and despair
will never drag us down. For our love is beautiful and strong,

I love you,
I do.

Someone told me this world was never meant for beautiful people, and I don't get used to the way things are...

I felt beautiful for the first time in my life.

The Angel of Death with his wings were seen
when the skies were dark, but the rest was green.
And he breathed in the face of a beautiful lady,
whose eyes got lost in his deadly and shady
heart - so empty and cold - she wished to die.

So, the Angel of Death took her with him
when the skies were dark and the rest was green.
And his clasped hands grasped her head out of sight...
when the lady's body, like the stars of the night
awoke from a darkling sleep:

The Angel of Death was gone as her memory,
so deep and quiet as a glass with no emery.
And when the lady realized it was just a dream
about the skies that were dark and the rest that was green,
she killed herself with his son's sword...

and melted the mercy and glance of our Lord.

It's a cold night tonight.
The wind is blowing,
The rain is falling...

I can't hear them,
I'm paralysed:
Stuck on your eyes

(2011)

I've become accostumed to the way
my own clasped hands stay by my chest
when I lay on my bed
to count the stars above.

Though, lately, my mind started filling the holes
they leave when they fall,
they still shine so bright as the eyes of my love
when she looked at mine.

And now, I keep thinking if she still looks at me
while I'm starring at the sky...
searching for those little globes...
wondering if they still feel the same.

when I'm doing
everything I can
to leave you...
for I know love is made
of sorrow
losing
and deceptions,

your smile lights my soul.

I don't need
much
to be sad,
but,
when you are happy,
it's like I explode
in happiness and
feel the
weight
of distress going away;
the distance from suicide enhance
and solitude cease - because now
I have something
that fills my heart:

your smile, your feelings.

for love is letting yourself apart
and getting in the beloved one;
is forgetting we live a transitory and painful existence...
loving is giving her wings and boarding in the same flight...
it is being away, but aways close;
it is being wrong even when you are right.
love is what I feel - apart from all the suffering..

when I'm doing
everything I can
to leave you...
for I know love is made
of sorrow
losing
and deceptions,

your smile lights my world.

then,
on the detail,
on the innermost part of your
curves and avenues,
I feel complete.

I feel I love you.
I feel I love you as if I were part of you.
I love so much I almost forget
that your heart may not love me.
maybe it wants to protect me from love.
maybe it wants to protect me from all relationships.

I don't care.
I love apart from your opinion of yourself.
I love apart from absences and melancholy.

I love you to make you happy
and, thus, immortalize

your smile.

with brave lips,
I repeat what must not be saved:

I love all your flaws and qualities
with sincerity and care,
with the certainty of your uncertainty, sorrow and happiness
and with my love, which is my most complete sentiment.