Category: Past

Breathe...

4/20/2017

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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The invisible man...

2/19/2017

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The invisible man...

Sometimes I feel I would like being invisible among the people..

Crowd is a good camouflage..

that would be nice.. the whole of me would be invisible..

it would be fun seeing that coat walking alone..

at last not being bothered by boring people..

but the best would be being invisible to myself..

so I couldn't see my mess, my faults, my heart...

just an invisible heart... yesss.. would be fine..

what's this beating?.. I can't see anything beating...

"Heeey! I'm your heart.. can you hear me? if I wasn't here you couldn't live... and please.. stop drawing me by that stupid shape! can you figure how complicated I am?.. did you know how many times I helped you to be deep? heeeeeyy!!!..."....

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The deaf man...

Sometimes I feel I would like being deaf among the people...

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The abandoned mansion...

11/5/2016

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"Look that bed covered in dust, someone slept there...
and those bricks covered in leaves, someone walked there...
shy sunbeams were shining on that stairway, childrens played there.
The abandoned mansion was telling so many stories, cats were there listening..
among spiderwebs, rough wooden misaligned boards by the floor, reminding keys of a piano.. playng music and singing words, made of memories..
Those memories never deleted... life."
The visitor was walking and respecting every single corner of that place.
Rusty door handles were announcing every new room, new spaces..screeching..
He was feeling like he lived there, in another time, in another dimension...
And those spaces... he ran away, scared...
This was just the beginning.. of a story that won't be told... but just whispered.

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Breathe...

The invisible man...

The abandoned mansion...

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