Several souvenirs |
Quoting a far, yet unknown, friendI am sending youSeveral souvenirsTo keep you near me.Postcards without pictures,Sand in a small bottle,Little stones from a distant beach,Cuts and bruises filled with...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 05:16:00 GMT |
A Story that is not Mine / I am a Liar |
Yesterday you knocked at my door.Asking me for a walk through the first summer breeze.A silent walk. Without words.Only remembrances of the smiles.Occasional elbow touching.Like kids&A story that is n...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 04:48:00 GMT |
Random |
Hypersensible to the bones.
That is what we are.
Standing naked in front of the crowd
That expects so much.
Leaving each time the old stone narrow streets
Prolongs my days and my weeks
Making ...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 04:39:00 GMT |
Puzzling Pages |
On which page do you live?
When was the last time you turned it?
Is it a puzzle
Destroying you from the inside?
What is your page made of?
Paper?
Stone?
Air?
Resentment?
Compromise?
Woul...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 05:37:00 GMT |
La Musa |
Chi e' la tua Musa?
Quanto ti da'?
Quanto le dai?
Ha! Bella questa!Mangi?
Dormi?
Soffri?
Gridi?
Urli?
Strappi le pagine?
E poi le ricrei?
Passione viscerale che ti strappa la pelle.O Bel...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 04:54:00 GMT |
Poem of the day / Take 3 |
From the movie "Chelsea Walls", directed by Ethan Hawke
"I want to be a lost poem in a stranger's coat pocket, that conveys the importance of you.To assure you of my desire, to assure you...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Mar 2009 00:54:00 GMT |
Breeze |
Give me instant happinessThat flies awayWith the first morning breeze.In a blue dress,I make frames of sandAnd pictures of salt.I eat my grainy lips.I hug the clouds and I hug the sun.
Posted by on Fri, 06 Mar 2009 05:51:00 GMT |
Excuse my pronunciation / Izgovori |
The power of the pronunciationStucks under my skin;It hugs me at five in the morning,and leaves at four.The power of the (s)excuseLost in the trace of the words.Said.Unsaid.Wanted.Searched.Eaten by th...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 04:19:00 GMT |
Refreshment |
What is a jumpOne makes in a day, in a week, in a month?The way people enterIn one's life;The way they go, leave, disappear...Without traces.Leaving footstepsOn the soul.Leaving a ginger tasteIn the m...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 07:07:00 GMT |
words words words |
What is inexplicable,What is tacitIn someone's eyesComes loud In one's ear.Always going backTo the Forget word.To make it forget?To make it oblivious and obsolete in the bones?To make it an obstacleIn...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Feb 2009 11:52:00 GMT |
