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Nocturne...

4/28/2017

Cars hissing by the window, a soft light by that streetlamp where lovers never kissed beside, but I could saw them so clearly in the movie of imagination. The bed feels like a trap tonight... sheets feeling rough like the walls of a cardboard box.. where I'm living in.. ready to be delivered, but no one is coming to pick... so many wrong addresses I wrote.. so many times I've bet my heart on the wrong number...
I'm looking for a way to go, watching silly things I never cared before, pretending they are so important now, just in a fake world.. knowing finally I will fall asleep, and wake up again... fighting through those hours of light for reaching again my favorite darkest places.. where I can find thousands friends.. and at the same time feeling so alone.. but happy to leave a sign...

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Unspoken Words... Le parole non dette...

4/26/2017

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Unspoken words...

Listening to a brook made of wind rustling and flowing through the forest on a riverbed made of leaves . The hollow tree seems to be frozen in a painted scream, telling ancient sorrows, when it was struck by lightning. On broken parts, sharp tips are still visible, as if suffering made our wounds harder to be caressed, and deep furrows on the bark, as wrinkles of torment, framing that expression made even more dramatic by branches pointing the sky, as frightened hands. Thin swords of sun pierce the foliage, drawing light in the dust the flowers are spreading in the air, everything is alive around me ... You are alive nearby me, and we're walking together ...

Le parole non dette...

Ascolto il fruscìo di un fiume di vento che scorre in un letto di foglie attraversando il bosco. L'albero cavo sembra congelato in un urlo pittorico, che racconta antichi dolori, di quando fu colpito da un fulmine. Nelle parti spezzate si scorgono ancora delle punte, come se la sofferenza rendesse le nostre ferite più difficili da carezzare, e solchi profondi nella corteccia, come fossero rughe di tormento, incorniciano quell'espressione resa ancor più drammatica da rami puntati al cielo, come mani spaurite. Sottili spade di sole trafiggono le fronde, disegnando luce nel pulviscolo che i fiori comiciano a diffondere nell'aria, tutto è vivo intorno a me... Tu vivi vicino a me, e camminiamo insieme...

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Fragile like an egg...

4/25/2017

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An egg was sitting beside a fence, watching heavy cows trampling on the ground..
it was feeling so fragile, unable to find a meaning of its existence.. it would have had just to roll in the middle of the yard, and everything would have ended..
then a hen came, looking at the egg compassionately.. "what are you doing here?"
"I'm waiting for finding a sense... I feel so useless.. I can't walk, I can't hug... just rolling"... "never forget you are a precious coffer.. there is life within you, you have so much energy, it's just hidden by your eggshell... so thin to seem unable to protect yourself, but at the same time good for letting you to get out of nothingness, you just have to break it.. come here, I will give you a warm hug..." that said, the hen hugged the egg in the warmest way... and a beautiful yellow chick came out by the broken shell singing... and saying "...thank you so much.. thank you!!!..... " and then asking..."why am I yellow?"...
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"because yellow is the opposite color to blue... never forget it and never feel blue!"...

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Breathe...

4/20/2017

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Breathe..
stars are beating like little shining hearts in the dark sky..
soul is so heavy... cannot anything but lying down on the grass watching them...
sadness is kidnapping my soft thoughts...
darkness is holding my wrists and ankles to the ground....
Breathe...
as a baby shouting to life once out of the belly house... frantically...
livid skin.. reddish... messy hair....
Breathe...
as a tree in the countryside... giving air... taking air... as a walking wood..
coming to my castle.. and making it fall.. in the heavy noise of rocks falling...
in the silent noise of tears dropping...
Breathe...
and listen to the sound of your breath in your ears, in your forehead, in your nose...
a bird is singing...
it's morning...
earth is breathing... your heart is still breathing...
Breathe...

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