this September may rain embrace
your shallow skull, your wounded smile
may rain embrace your cristal voice
your shallow skull, your wounded smile

deep buried in the bluish sky, clouds of forgiving dew
pour silence into nothingness
may rain embrace your skull, your bones
soft as thin paper lost beneath the ground

soft as a kiss your mouth once moaned upon my lips
and never found again poison as sweet
deep buried in the Prussian field the bluish corpse
dissolves itself under the stars

this September may rain embrace
your shallow skull, your wounded smile
may rain embrace your cristal voice
your shallow skull, your wounded smile

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Waterfalls circle the purple mirror, inside foggy shadows
Your visage, so small, so fragile, reflects itself into the clear dew
Another morning has arrived, with longing, without anything new
Dusty trails that lead to the same house, even if everything changes
And nothing ever stays the same

Brick layers shine and glitter inside your burning brain cells
Love has never been more savage, more bitter, more addictive
I forgot all prayers directed to the icy wisdom of his purity,
And replaced them with a litany of sober dignity, more like a bow,
More like a chant, faithful reminder of serene, infinite sky.

His mouth, tasting like moist soil, melted into a dying smile.

Dusty trails that lead to the same house, even if everything changes
And nothing ever stays the same.

9.03.2017

No iron can pierce the heart with such force as a period put at just the right place.
                      Babel’s maxim

Freezing inside golden jars,
They’re trying to recover their senses
Within bluish immensities of solitude
Nothing can escape this intensity,
a buzz of nothingness among
deaf animals trying to escape,
to recover their senses
they die, they sleep, they laugh, they weep
but no one can see them,
no one can hear them
Fatigue encircles them in a sunny cage
made up of trillions, and trillions of jars
they cannot die, they cannot sleep, they cannot laugh, they cannot weep
Tell me if you have something to say
when plain breeze revels in your innermost self

plain breeze upon delicious icy rocks,
killing every whisper, every lie
And this windy torment you cannot deny
as the snowy season nests inside
There are musicians dying all around
Complaining about the absence of all sound
I know, they are the worst of all,
Disbowelled, with dry limbs, they climb and fall

Death, golden, frozen, with no music
Exposed a hidden harmony through the immensity
of that transparent garden, covered with snow
Following the image of every prayer,
Useless objects, that used to be human-animals
spell their own despair upon skyless
roofs, an offer that no one would recognize,
a blaze of glory for immortal eyes

But who am I to turn to these dry bones,
a coronation of a sacred simphony
That would be heard, repeted, played for all eternity
If only some lost angel found his name, or found his rose.
Frankfurt, 21.10.2016 (Friday)

Between yesterday and tomorrow
you breath heavily, drinking the milky sunset.
at your door, indifesa creatura, you find only peaceful adoration
knock knock too late to knock too late to tick time has run out
Between yesterday and tomorrow
there is a certain fatigue in your brains
I wish these hours never passed, with too much thirst
Thirst for sunlight, thirst for unknown fields,
visibile in the sky slit by lightening
Between yesterday and tomorrow
the present moment ceases to impress,
already gone, already painful,
like you could never feel the frail infinity
hidden in the transient touch of our lips.

2.05.2017