#alba
Dove sorge il sole
Masi Roberto © 2025
Dove sorge il sole,
nasce ogni giorno un cammino nuovo.
La luce sfiora la terra
come una mano antica
che ricorda agli uomini
che nulla è perduto davvero.
Nel silenzio dell’alba,
quando il cielo respira piano,
lo spirito trova il suo nome
e il cuore si rimette in viaggio.
Dove sorge il sole,
anche l’anima ferita
ritrova la forza
di aprire gli occhi,
camminare
e ricominciare il suo cammino.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC
Luce dell’alba
> La luce dell’alba mi accarezza il volto,
un calore che risveglia la terra addormentata.
Ogni raggio è un sogno che nasce nel cuore,
una speranza che si fa strada nel buio.
Eppure, nel silenzio dell’aurora,
sento che il mondo è pronto a ricominciare,
pronto a dare nuova vita a ciò che sembra perduto,
perché ogni alba è un inizio, una rinascita.
Masi Roberto © 2025
Light of Dawn
The light of dawn caresses my face,
a warmth that awakens the sleeping earth.
Each ray is a dream born in the heart,
a hope finding its way through the dark.
Yet, in the silence of the morning,
I feel the world ready to begin again,
ready to breathe new life into what seemed lost,
for every dawn is a beginning — a rebirth.
Masi Roberto © 2025
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
Alba di Lunedì
Il mattino apre le finestre
e l’aria nuova entra in casa.
I pensieri, come fogli leggeri,
tornano a credere nella luce.
Non c’è fretta nel cielo,
solo un invito a ricominciare.
Ogni passo è un sì sommesso,
ogni respiro una promessa.
Se ascolti bene, il giorno ti chiama:
non per correre, ma per fiorire.
Lunedì è un seme nella mano—
scegli la terra, e lascialo vivere.
— Masi Roberto © 2025
---
Monday Dawn
Morning opens all the windows
and new air enters the house.
Thoughts, like weightless pages,
learn to trust the light again.
There’s no hurry in the sky,
only an urge to start anew.
Every step is a quiet yes,
every breath, a promise.
Listen—day calls your name:
not to run, but to bloom.
Monday is a seed in your palm—
choose the soil, and let it live.
— Masi Roberto © 2025
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 5:56 AM UTC
Caress me, melt in me
let me see the love in your eyes,
Brimming, ululating passion
radiating in delight.
These lips craving for the touch of mine
Like the falling star
waiting to touch the ground,
But in vain, our hopes are
Vanishing before our eyes
with the rising sun.
Once again we have to part;
Once again we have to die,
Till night comes
And breathe in us life
again.
Alas! Why this sun, why the morning?
Why this rein fall on innocent lovers?
Who want nothing but to lay in each others arm
Today, tomorrow, after morrow.
Go and love first!
then only then you’ll fathom
how sharp your rays are that slice
one soul in two, every dawn.
Still, your rays are not
Half as strong as our love
Stays fervid with every partition.
You, my love, the smile of my life,
Immure these tears inside eyes
Cheeks are mine not them to kiss.
Come in my arms, clasp me so tight,
Canoodle, smooch, implant equal kisses
a clock runs in a day; my sole sustenance.
If I do not return with the return of twilight
Then let loose tears, with them, me too.
And grant this fascist sun victory
over transient us,
But not our love,
We’ll kindle our love
by making dreams our home.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
Going undercover
In the sheets
Your pleasure is what greets
Go ahead and drink your wine
As we're on Egypian silk
Relax and don't be afraid
To ask for more
Too bad if I'm getting sore
That's the kind of reminder I want
Remembering a glorious session
Intense harmony
Aggressive is just as great as soft
Dig your nails into my back
My love for you won't crack
But my ability to hold it in will
It gives me chills
Thinking about it
Every glance at your beauty is a Jessica Alba moment in the summer
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 5:21 AM UTC