He shut up like a rose
The scar of my belly
How I wanted him to rise up
With the clouds
How I asked for love, received
The wounds on cheek
The nights empty sleep
Hopeless words I cant keep
He searched just like a maquet
Oh the metal is me
How i needed him to drawn it in
Protect me from belief
How I pleaded then to end again
Heal my rotting skin
Pleaded then asked for sin
Something I can keep
Soul of my soul Do you feel me?
Touch the beating of my heart
Heart of my hearth
Flesh of my flesh
Mouth of my mouth
Soul of my soul Do you feel me?
Touch the beating of my heart
He shuned me like disease
The feathers in my eyes
How I needed his light to purify
The darkness deep inside
How I asked for warmth
Recieved snow and sleet
The burns on my feet
White and unsoiled sheets
He reached for all desire
Kept his hands far from me
How my mind built high
Could rectify such pain and deceit
How the sorrow plunged
Concrete and ashen weeps
The porous bed it reeks
With unresolved peaks
Soul of my soul Do you feel me?
Touch the beating of my heart
Heart of my hearth
Flesh of my flesh
Mouth of my mouth
Soul of my soul Do you feel me?
Touch the beating of my heart
And now I sleep on ladders
So afraid I'll fall
A DREAM:
Torture souls in a white case...
everyone has a face...
a face who never come true...
in a dream I see you...
and when I woke up I realised...
it was just a dream not paradise...
so I quickly got up to go out...
and see the ray of the light and have no doubt
I don't want these:
Colours of Autumn...
Bleeding heart by AnneKarin Glass
DEAD TREE
DEAD LEAF
DEAD BIRDS
DEAD FLIES
Eternal grey
All around eternal grey
The colours have all disappeared
No trees or flowr‘s besides my way
Eternal grey, eternal grey
The promises, the words you spoke
It seems that they were never true
It doesn’t matter what you do
I've cleared my memory from you
Nothing more for me to pay
Sunset locked up in a jar
Some light at the horizon far
Is just some halftones anyway
Of nothing but eternal grey
After all a seed will sprout
First covered well, but then come out
A bloom unfolds, it seems to pray
With seven petals, pale and grey
Pale-green sea, leaden sky,
Pale-green sea, far-off sigh
My two little beasts :D
Grave & Siberia
Staglieno, Summer 2005
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I am a delicate flower!
I hate people!
I have the gift of free will as I believe we all do.
I don't give a damn about your opinion on how I live my life!!!
Look at yourself!!
Not me!
Deadly nights to all!!!.
F.U...
Waiting...
Paranoia by Maria Burd
Il Grande Rosso by Alberto Burri
I like to share music with people, see what they feel with the music, in a certain way be alive with the music.
"While I’m writing for words, then I immerse myself in those words, and I let the music flow out of them. When I write an abstract piano sonata or a concerto, I write what I feel. I’m not a self-conscious composer. It is said I have no style at all, but that doesn’t matter. I just go on doing, as they say, my thing. I believe this takes a certain courage." (Samuel Barber - 1971 - Adagio per Archi for Platoon)
ROZZ WILLIAMS
15th November 1994
Black Out, Rome
Picture taken by me
Support band were Spiritual Bats ;)
Monica Richards and me (Italy 2001?) ;)
Voodoo Church, me and Matteo (Atmosphere Zero)
Leipzig 2005