Janus, light my way?
Sorry, no man has a prettier plan
Few and callous, we dote the dread of a shade
Taken to extremes, and the voice of a merry can...

This child of ours...
Has a unity in the profile, of an obnoxious enough
Rainbow, long way down for a serpentine powers
Seriously, is a wager with the devil, a silence which is tough?

The joke of paradise and its best pair of shoes
What is a proper place for a pace of poison
When the moon skips the light fantastic, for younger would...
Add the courage and marry the fury, of another reason...

We bury the hatchet of a claim in the mud
A **** world to find and fear, a wholly different panic
Risks and fickle charge, of a considered could
Are we an assassin of yore, we think we are when sincerity tragic...

Shapes a destiny, with talc
The instinct to cure, the words of redemption, so profound
A quiet hat, of resolve to sing the praises of costs for salt
That seem to collect a moon's answer, a hiss found by the sound

Has the world eaten your toe...?
Here is the dead, and referred to...?
With a smile so broad, some manage to spare the woe...?
Such is luck, when the pluck of wishes comes to you...?

Like a use and abuse, the dream of baring how?
With the patience of a season of trauma, we seek the misery
Of an angel's habit, is a soldier's smoke, to live well with thou?
Noticing your embarrassed lips, are we your death in history?

🇮🇹
Chi mi dice che ascolto?
Chi mi dice che parlo?
Chi mi dice che sono?

Non è la voce a dichiararlo,
non è il silenzio a confermarlo.
È il vento che scivola tra le foglie,
è il respiro che accarezza la vita.

Se tu ascoltassi davvero il vento,
sentiresti che io non appartengo
a un luogo soltanto,
ma sono ovunque:
nell’attimo che fugge,
nella luce che nasce,
nel cuore che si apre.

Io sono,
semplicemente,
nell’invisibile che ci unisce.

— Masi Roberto © 2025


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Who says that I listen?
Who says that I speak?
Who says that I am?

It is not the voice that proclaims it,
nor silence that confirms it.
It is the wind flowing through the leaves,
the breath caressing life.

If you truly listened to the wind,
you would feel that I do not belong
to just one place,
but I am everywhere:
in the fleeting moment,
in the rising light,
in the heart that opens.

I am,
simply,
in the unseen that binds us.

— Masi Roberto © 2025

Everyone has tasted it,
its fire, its hidden sweetness.

Wash it a thousand times,
boil it, roast it, grind it fine
still it clings, still it lingers on the tongue.

So it is with certain souls:
no kindness softens them,
no gentle word can turn their core.

Do not grieve.
Keep your flavor pure,
and let theirs be their own.

oh sad eyes,
look up,
try to see—

it’s not over.

you didn’t break,
you didn’t falter.

i know it’s hard,
harder to deny—

sometimes you
have to let them go
before your soul dies.

you can’t carry two worlds
when only one is yours.

look at me,
sad eyes,

i promise
it’ll be okay.

sometimes you
have to build walls,
draw a line in the sand.

sad eyes,
please understand—

it doesn’t mean hate,
it means you chose peace
over conflict.

maybe one day
you’ll cross paths again,
and both of you
will understand.

sad eyes,
look up,
try to see—

this is not
the end of you.

When the day won’t move and the clocks aren’t tickinG,
    A lonely hour feels like an iNvitation
        Into endless Isolation.
           aTTacking
     Internal thoughts Into
   A vengeance against   Nobody.
Without a minute to spare yet nothinG to do.