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La verità è sopravvalutata

La verità è sopravvalutata:
non sempre illumina,
a volte acceca,
a volte brucia.

Ci sono verità che feriscono
più di mille menzogne,
parole che si dicono
non per liberare,
ma per colpire.

Eppure,
nel silenzio di un abbraccio
o nello sguardo di chi ama,
c’è una luce più sincera
di qualsiasi confessione.

Non sempre la verità salva:
a volte è il cuore,
a volte è il perdono,
a volte è il semplice tacere
a ridare respiro alla vita.

Masi Roberto © 2025


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Truth is Overrated

Truth is overrated:
it does not always enlighten,
sometimes it blinds,
sometimes it burns.

There are truths that wound
more than a thousand lies,
words spoken
not to free,
but to strike.

Yet,
in the silence of an embrace
or in the gaze of one who loves,
there is a light more honest
than any confession.
A volte la verità non libera, ma ferisce. Solo il cuore e il silenzio possono riportare luce.


Sometimes truth does not set free, but wounds. Only the heart and silence can bring back the light.
If I lived a thousand lives
with you,
I still wouldn’t have enough.
I would still ask for more—
more of you,
more of your passion,
more of your jazz,
and my pasta
you do so well.

Well,
nothing seems definitive,
nothing beguiles me
more than the rhythm
and beats
we share over
a glass of Pinot
and the unrecorded vinyl.

Vanilla perfume
and the New Orleans clubs—
no human is restored
from the disdain
my brothers stretch
over gully phrases.

Where the saxophonist
who raised me got her fringe,
and her never-ending endings,
and longings,
and belongings—
only the strong survive.

Where have we gone
with the tones
no one recorded,
and the lights
no nights
can overshadow,
and the stream
no dream
can portray,
and the greedy green
waves of tranquility.

What happened?

Three twenty-seven
is the perfect time
for jazz and depression,
jazz and repression,
verbal oppression,
and the starvation
of the posse nation.

If I had a thousand lives
to live with you,
it would never
be enough.

I would always
crave more.
ok mister you hate me i kann feel that so now kan i finally start hating you you mister
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the tea
I spill
the
rest of the
LETTERS
WRITING THE (ALPHA)(BET)
Just been for X rays
I tried to feel the radiation
As it fell on my body
In that three second blast
Or whatever it is
I commanded my cells
To vibrate
Or pulsate
Or whistle
Or whizz
The feeling
Up my brain stem
To see what
Radioactivity gives
In terms of sensation
And impact on your bones
But I just felt nothing
Did it leave me alone?
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