looking at the mirror
even if not apparent
there is another image
another world, another half
on one side, the fanfare
the other, the silence
resilience amid despair
on one side, all I hear
the other, all that is left unsaid
and I still insist
to remain conscious
apparent
in one hand, nurturance
in the other, discouragement
absent
transposing every moment
that I still stopped
silent, talking
looking at the mirror
even if not apparent
there is another image
another world, another half
in one hand, the missing
and in the other
too.

I am searching a way to criticize nothing, based on something, without any real purpose. Only with the intention to cause confusion, for the simple freedom to say what one thinks.

time
no,
there is no
time

there isn't time
to birth
there isn't time
to live

they are all
wrong
so *******
wrong

and
they don't wanna
waste time
not even a second

but
there is no
school time
there is no
bed time

and you have to wait
wait for them
wait for your
turn

life
goes on
and you have to
fritter the hours

there is no time
to ****
there is no time
to hate

there is no time
to earn money
not even a day
to spend it

there isn't
party time
there isn't
time to drink

there are
just you
and there is
just time

[and it's enough to drive you crazy]

I hear no more steps
in this dead monday
everybody's gone from home
and the door remains opened
the kitchen is empty and cold
seated, I see fruits in the sink
dismayed, out of tune
still not sure what I'm doing
make a coffee, rest the weariness
and in my arms
the memory of your hug
immersed in little crooked nights
empties
and me, lonely, completely exposed
guessing I'm not used
with all this rain in August.

in every ten
days
maybe
all the
sensibly
loses the sense
you know
leaving only
a bit of
stupidity
kinda crazy
you know
kinda infantile
you know
kinda gentle
i know
i mean
i think i know
and in every ten
friends
if one of them wanted me good
would say:
"give up"
i didn't
and there was a piece of
stubbornness
senselessness
but it wasn't a choice
not this time
and in every ten
glances
peeps
keeks
one of them find you
serene
calm
tiny
protecting yourself
in your space
in your ******
and i say
to let the fluidity
flow
ignoring
dropping
all the policy
the politeness
drunkenness
deafness
until you know
until you feel
that in every ten
lots of other ten
will come
and in every ten
i'll turn the sides
and look sheepish
just to know
if you are
near
me.