#memoria
Dicho aquel que maneja la pesada espada de la memoria, que cuando la empuña se corta la mano.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 1:03 AM UTC
🇮🇹 Pioggia d’estate, mi copri col tuo amore
Pioggia d’estate, dolce e silenziosa,
che scende a baciarmi, che mi abbraccia.
Mi copri con il tuo amore,
con la tua freschezza che rinfresca l’anima.
Ogni goccia che scivola sul mio volto
è come un ricordo di te,
un abbraccio che non finisce mai,
una carezza che il cielo mi dona in segreto.
— Masi Roberto © 2025
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🇬🇧 Summer Rain, You Cover Me with Your Love
Summer rain, gentle and silent,
falling to kiss me, to embrace me.
You cover me with your love,
with your freshness that soothes the soul.
Each drop that slides down my face
is like a memory of you,
an embrace that never ends,
a caress the sky gives me in secret.
— Masi Roberto © 2025
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 5:24 PM UTC
A veces me siento atrapado
en un mar muy profundo,
donde mis pies están atados
y simplemente me hundo,
es un reflejo de mi alma,
que se ahoga en el llanto
al no encontrar esa calma
que busca y ansía tanto,
se aferra como una roca
a una fatídica paz ilusoria
cuya sensación provoca
llagas en mi memoria.
Aún cuando muere de pena
late cínico mi corazón,
hinchando cada vena
con su profunda pasión,
esa que quedó en el olvido
aunque su recuerdo persiste,
en cada momento perdido
de cuando tú me quisiste,
y si vago con melancolía
como si fuera una escoria,
recordaré con ironía
las llagas de mi memoria.
Aunque me sienta varado
en cada rincón de este mundo,
sé que volverá el pasado
con un dolor muy profundo,
pero no detengo mis pasos
y enfrento con osadía
la existencia de estos lazos
que nos unieron aquel día,
porque llegamos al final
mas no termina nuestra historia,
aunque yo quiera borrar
las llagas de mi memoria.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC
treating her sadly
in his dull pride admired
when his innocence, inoculated
with sour spores,
devolves into thick hides
jaded attitudes
and glazed gaze
raised in the house,
to only look in at the garden
via viewports distorted
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 10:24 PM UTC
I always count with my fingers all the years you've been gone.
Now I realize I am getting short handed
I need more than both of my hands.
Everyone tells me you are never going to come back.
I know it in myself but I will keep on waiting.
All those letters you have made for me I still read.
I know every word and punctuation you have written.
My sole picture of you have slowly faded through time
But never will my love.
I still remember in my mouth the taste of your lips as you bade me farewell.
I still remember what your hands felt as you caressed my cheeks and sweetly said;
“I will come running back home to you, I promise."
But you never did, didn't you?
Why must our love also be a casualty of the war?
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:47 AM UTC
Burn yo castle 2 the ground
When u hear my ****** coming don't u make a sound
Snitches get stitches but these suckers get fouled
Ah wow
Get down
If u don't
Lay down
Plenty cake
If u try 2 go 2 war then we don't conversate
****** been ****** ******* while y'all **********
Break a swisher
Make her lick it
Blow it in yo face
Smoking haters out the box
Summertime come around
****** acting wild
Cpd hit the block
Sneakers shake the ground
Winter time
Icy roads painted wit the blood
****** wit my Lil ******
Meet up wit my snub
Meet up wit my snub
Naw meet up wit yo maker
Jesus
Allah
Buddha Satan
Hera hermes shiva me?
*******
Getting
On they
Knees
1+2
But they ain't praying tho
U ain't even gotta mic so what u speaking 4
U ain't even gotta high so what u fiendin 4
U ain't even gotta lie
Who u sleeping on?
If he ain't getting money don't speak 4 me
If he getting out his body he can't blow 4 free
If a ***** get loud makeem rest in peace
Deuce deuce at yo chest like double Ds
I squeeze them thangs 2 make them squirt
If a ***** acting childish get his just desserts
No Häagen-Dazs *****
We don't **** wit lames
Pockets got diabetes cuz we stuffing cake
N that's on me
Remember when the boys n blue tried 2 cuff a g
Remember times got hard
We was hungry
N now the fam eating good no gluttony
So go 2 sleep
Lil ***** go 2 sleep
That's what my cousin use 2 always tell me
Cuz when id wake dollar bills is what id c
On me now we living outta dream
Yea now we living outta dream
Yea now we living outta dream n errthing ain't always what it seem
So don't sleep mf don't sleep
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
Falta-me progressiva consistência
que me tire desta constante inércia do recordar.
Permeiam-me contrarreações ilógicas do universo;
do meu universo.
Irrisório inaceitável tempo
que desfaleça minha imutável memória
atormentada por falsas angustiadas imagens.
Maldito brilho
que por vezes ofusca meu coeso e desejável
leal raciocínio.
Fatos agora estáveis foram,
por vezes,
acontecimentos importunos,
que propuseram ao meu bem estar uma obscuridade incontínua,
porém intransigível.
Embora uma situação não muito clara e nítida a mim mesmo,
pude perceber confessadamente o que de caótica maneira me ponderava
– e que talvez ainda o faça -
meu oneroso conivente dionisíaco.
Ainda não compreendo
porém,
se estou franqueado disto que mal posso interpretar;
que nem mesmo sei se ainda existe legitimamente.
É tudo inevitavelmente sobre eles,
os olhos que me acorrentam por anos em um relance de ódio freudiano;
a mais esplêndida e simplesmente bela face de todo e qualquer universo:
hei de conquistá-la em meus sonhos platônicos
ou tristemente afogá-la em minha morte
vividamente devotada em tê-la.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC