Everytime I see your face
I melt more and more
Everyday without you is an open sore
Because when you're not here
I feel too alone to ignore
Everyday with you I feel you more
Because when we're near
And when we touch
When we touch
I melt a little more
&
More

I want to feel you amore some more
Because without you I'm alone too lone
And understand why I can't think or sleep
And wonder why you aren't here amore
Or more yet still why you are too far
So close so gone so here and more
And more I get the feel that without you near
I won't last long without your touch
Without your look
Without your soul
Without you more and more
Less your touch
Less your hope
Less your soul
I'll sink more and more
Amore, oh more I must speak more and more
But horror when the mind wants what it wants
Moi, that ***** for foul smoke and tar
Oh more and more I need not smoke
Nor bore of boar that ***** I must 'gnore
Because tis thee I crave, amore
Tis thee beyond reason or doubt
Tis thee for ever and thee without
Because, I know
Apologies but
Tis thee I need, amore
So so much more

Amore ardente da dove prendi tutte queste energie?
Dalle memorie confuse tra sogni e paure che vorrei bruciare?

Amore perché persisti e non sei fugace come lei?

Strapperei il mio cuore dal mio petto per non sentirlo più pulsare d'un amore morto.

Amore violento che mi hai reso succube dei miei sentimenti, non vorrai mica bruciare per sempre?

Attendo pazientemente che tu mi illuda della tua fine con le tue ceneri

Portami giù Diletta
Prendi le mie mani e diventa mia
Prendi il mio cuore e distruggilo
È questo ciò che voglio.

Solo per un momento
Diventa veleno e ingoiero' ogni tua goccia
Così non sentirò più niente.

Solo per un momento
Lasciati stringere e lasciami morire
Così ti sentiro' vicino per sempre.

I'm still angry
I shouldn't be but belated feelings bemuse me
And now alliteration alters my speech
Like an infection I've held intact that intimacy
But angry still

Love?
Love tainted me.
Trust tortured me.
Like a dogs bone you toyed with my talent
Took it for granted and spit it out in dirt
So take it back
Because these hands will

never

Never make you come again for i have come to a conclusion
**** your trust
And **** your dishonesty
*** saturated saturdays cease to supliment me
So too do the sudden situations of unneeded:

"sorry"

So now I stare
Stare at the hands that started the solace
And wonder if they'll ever be clean
Forse può aiutare.

Fare l'alba con te...
vivere la notte con te...
sfiorare ogni emozione con te...
ogni gioco e ogni follia...
assaporare la nostra capacità
di vivere la vita e il mondo appieno,
come pochi sanno fare,
è per me gioia profonda e felicità.
Quando siamo insieme per me non esiste altro,
non so come, ma solo così io non penso nulla...
ogni momento resta unico,
semplicemente momenti di vita
che insieme viviamo,
ma che conserverò sempre nella mia memoria e nel mio cuore.
Ripensando a te
Al mio nord
Rossella Usai - Agosto 2005 - Dedicata a Claudio, indimenticabile periodo di vita con lui.

there is no way to win in a world that is male dominated.

I have taken years to fully appreciate my body. It was not something that came naturally to me,
especially with an over critical mom
constantly concerned with my health and how I presented myself and my body.
now, in a period of rebirth,
I have found it upon myself to be able to look in the mirror
and appreciate how my *** is no longer flat,
or how my collarbones poke out underneath my neck

I snap a photo, and share it on social media.

the flood of insults and suggestions drown me until I am drowning in a sea of my own tears
"You should put on more clothes. No one wants to see that"
"you leave no mystery to a man. how disgusting"
"you are pretty in the photos where you are fully clothed. why do you feel the need to show off your ***?"

At 16, I have learned that what I wear is not up to me.
what I wear impacts other's lives,
the half of an inch of polyester cloth
that separates my beautiful and natural body from the eyes of the rest of the world
is so crucial to be fully covering the nape of my neck,
my shoulders,
my entire stomach,
all the way past my knees
and to my ankles
so that I am locked in a prison of cotton transformed into a shirt
because heaven forbid that .5 inches of thin yet protective cloth
hangs slightly lower than the nape of my neck,
revealing that I am in fact a girl.

the constant bombardment of men
telling me I should cover up my chest and ***
makes me feel as though I am property,
that by choosing my own clothes,
I am somehow offending and threatening their existence

why is it
that when men are gazing at the naked body of a woman
for their own personal pleasure
it's ok?
but as soon as I
want to celebrate my beautiful and curvy body
men instantly become repulsed with the idea that I am not
a ball of various fabrics and turtle necks
and instead a natural woman
who isn't afraid
to show a little skin.