Should I talk about who I am now, what I used to be or what I wanna be?
Jailed in a crack 'tween space'n'time, lieing to myself, I can say I'm trying to do my fucking best to don't be sinked in futile choices.
Gut ripped
INSTINCT
...Posing my gaze away from siluhettes of paths I didn't choose...
Yet pending upon my head.
Small things always yeld to the absolute.
A smooth movement, a confident smile;
Your hat thrown on the futon after an hard working day, a stolen laughter after days of tears.
Observing, puzzled.
MUMBLING
Romantic and pervert sexuality shown on a cheap carpet.
A Bosch painting stained with Vodka.
Our passion shares our breath.
Some ash falls from your cigarette;
I look above and I see your excited eyes.
Your grasp tightens through my hair.
PLEASURE
Once I believed philosophy and arts could explain the world.
Now I believe in numbers and economics...
That's sad.
Numbers do not dream.
But dreams are not the reality.
NOW IT'S TIME TO GET REAL.
NOW IT'S TIME TO DO NOT FORGET OUR DREAMS.
[ UWS : NYC ]:
I am coming back.
I can't forget the air I was breathing there.
ROME CANNOT FALL.
LIKE A PHOENIX, ARISES FROM ITS CINDERS.
I luv ya n I miss ya.
To my aunt Fiorenza, who loved me like her son, who raised me like her love.
Lay in peace now.I'll never forget you.
LA GINESTRA
O IL FIORE DEL DESERTO
To the person in this world who raped my mind and about who I don't know anything yet.
Whose has the closest soul, shaped in far different fragments.
Departure is closer...Can't wait to leave for NYC, again.
There are a lot of things to be done yet, some futiles, like check all my vestiary and organize my luggage, and having to do with the famous Italian Beaurocracy.. others less futiles, like get my mind prepared for my most important journey.
Say "A presto" to all of my friends, my parents, my shitty hometown, and get ready to say "Ciao" to my future friends, of whom yet I don't know almost anything.
If I take a look back, I cannot even remember how my passion started.It's been a thunderstroke I guess.
But, say, it is my humour: is it answer'd?
BUBBLES
Today, as soon as the big family lunch was over, so as soon as I filled all my available rooms with some fried eggplants and antichokes, some tagliatelle with duck, and duck and greens, to land the last breath on the marvellous tiramisù they properly made, as soon all of it was clear I was saying, I went on the terrace to smoke my mid day Winston Blue, a not so heavy, not so light, wonderful, american blended, cigarette.
It wasn't a bad day, there was no sun, but it wasn't raining, snowing or else, afterall.
A normal day someone might say.
Well, as I took my first poisonous breath, my eyes fell on a poor goldfish, swimming in his stupid, tiny ball of glass, in front of me, right on the terrace.
He was swimming all around, moving all of his shit with his red, shiny tail.
He wasn't an ugly fish, not even a gorgeous one.
A normal fish, someone might say.
And i had a compulsive desire to free him.
Yeah, take the stupid ball of glass and deplete it in a fountain..but guess what, I then realized that a fountain wouldn't be anything else but a greater ball of glass.
Same goes for a river, or the sea, or the ocean...just some bigger stupid balls of glass.
Other fishes would have swemt over his poops, and I then realized that the world is not so much different from a huge big ball of glass.
That's why we can appreciate a poisonous, lethal, smell of some American Blended burning tobacco...because we can forget during the whole time of a cigarette, that the world is so damn small and made of glass.
And during that, the pleasure of living touches the absolute...
[04/17/06] Just subscribed and works are still in progress - need2learn HTML...(how the hell do I post a pic?)
[04/17/06] Ok, I learnt a little...now gotta work on my profile coz it sucks right now.It looks like a TV spot with fucked up phrases.
[04/18/06] I'll do it later, gotta grab some Chianti first
[04/19/06 - 4:00 A.M] Life is still in progress, wind is still blowing.My eyes are closing.The Chianti has gone...
Good Night
[04/19/06 - 3:47 P.M]
The main work is almost done.Of corse, it won't end as long as I am here.
[09/18/06 - 5:05 P.M]
It's been a long time since my last edit.Today I felt like I had something to work on.
[20/04/08 - 2:31 P.M]
Came Leaving As I Reckoned Envious
came and was gone
all in a sudden, carring poppies
and one exceeding season.
Celebrations rumored the skies
when puzzles fell upon her.
Whirling unconcious and blownt
inside a texan storm the beat
of the snare drum was trying to replicate
a peaceless sound,
and yet still whiters on formulas
trying to discover why we do exist
and how can we as humans find
happiness along with a litemotif.
Because surely it'd be easier
than to find a why to flee.
Did history kidnap you?
did this sleeping mind get lost
inside an infimum.
Else, but everything will
only stand as a linen curtain
to cover sorrows which
did not ask to be spoiled.
rescue me, CCT,
I need salvation.You make me simple.
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