I run in the crazy day of joy
behind a red shadow,
exhausting my drunkness  and my madness
destiny flies in vain
I'm ruining myself in the war
my soul full of the blood of the night
I knock on the door of silence
an atrocious nothingness spreads his contempt
there are days when it's the norm
a shower of desolation watering the dream
the ideal is empty and everything is blackened
madness evaporates from its precious fragrance
I have to run again to reach
the bright end before the joy goes out
before madness exhausts his drunkenness
who can dream without being crazy!

A bit  poetry

small fingers
handle a bit of beauty
a bohemian evening
a beautiful summer
to smell the sublime blue iodine !
O happy soul, do you feel?
the exquisite perfume of the wonderful kingdom
who dances a musette waltz
a fairy with a white rose complexion
inspires luminous grace
in a milky tooths smile
far back from another time
with green mother my eyes
to link the words with my gaiety
a little joy  the cheerfulness of heart
child love simply
the fine summer a beautiful novel
Italy in her fairy eyes
like a Magnani with  her eyes
oh my god my heart throbs
the big  fear is here
i see now his fatal black eyes
to love a divine lady the queen of charm
the beautiful case before the end of the drama
to love the inaccessible star
I Don Quixote a dulcinea
without Rossinante only the words
for an evening song!
the animalian love is
a metaphysical war game of  heart
a chemical secretion a balm of joy
for the  soul child  actor of the drama love
here are the words a little bit poem
oh my love like Cesare Pavese, I am
waiting for a beautiful Gloria " death will come "
and the rain  falls in the midsummer
a counter-time in the film,
the drama is always  black and white
to die in Rome a Lacrimosa Requiem
the Sublime voices ring the end  
the glamor of the divinity  in tears that charms
the end of the drama the film on the white of linen
with beautiful black words like his eyes!

How to finish the war
with strategists words
the beautiful country still struggles
with valor and  resistant art
to the neo-barbaric invasion
a red and black banner
color of war and my passion
my courage heart  stands firm
love is a rebellious bird
sang Carmen in Bizet  opera  
one of the most famous music

Each day which passes
I hear the sound of drum
Dawn has rung
for the resistance voice
Here is sublime purpose
Brothers and i were born
we must go on each day
protesting with no violent
efficiently till the end of the day
of that awful *******
if not i will regret birth day
i was born in the valley
of red bread of resistance
mother i must say it loudly
or i won't deserve the love
your white tender light
for being  called your son
needs some sacrifices.

I dream of you beautiful light
fountain of new life
without you no trip
nor bright gold from the east,
you the tender source of life
I wander in the big nothingness
in the midst of the silence that swallows
counting the seeds of sand
of time turning his rounds !

YOU
Do not run away you
The beautiful words
It's just only for you
A present so sweet
It's your tender heart
Who dictates the poem
Do not run away you
Your divine charm
You the white whose
the soul smells wonderful

In the mood for love
Where do the green goes
When my I is in that sweet
Called mood for love
That is the beat of life
My soul is in the blue beat
If not on a cloudy throne
A magic jazz which cures my life
And some white for my dream
Where are you my other life
The real side lighted moon
Rising on the red roof full of green
For the end of the last road
I am in an open sky dark jail!