I try to imagine
how your tears tasted like.
and when you’re dreaming
at fame, muses and smoke,
I wonder if there are any
goblins under your bed
so far away
I wish to step in your dreams.
maybe then,in that pastel picture of yours
too bright and sunny for me,
I ‘d stare into your eyes
and understand the riddle.
how a lover’s blood tastes like
when you want to pour down his soul
into crystal cups and drink it?
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Why my mind is so severe?
dressed in white
the angel-child
in this awful lonely night
so confused and yet sincere
what the hell I’m doing here?
what’s the point of this gold sun
on this alley with no gods
forced myself to have some fun
feel so stupid in this dawn
what are anyway the odds?
only shadows -just a yawn.
and that s that.
all that abstract of my thoughts
unsaid words that you can’t read
strangers try to guess my soul
i don’t care what they all think
i just smile and smoke and blink.
how they re wrong, oh how they’re wrong!
and politely I am gone.
in this pitch black awful night
with my velvety smile on
so confused and yet sincere
isn’t life funny, my dear ?
what the hell i m doing here ?
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relax.
take a deep breath.
no logic to stare at wild cats,
my love.
“My name is Kira”
she smiles with wine lips
lost in fake dreams
smoke, people and screams
*
he’s always surrounded
by carnival clowns
great ol’pals!
alone in his bed
even when its shared
with puppets of sand
’till the end
“i want to look in his eyes
that’s all i want”
to see if he s wild,
or if he hides lies
he drinks a lot
didn t cared what he got
has a crazy past
he can’t make things last
he’s not scared of death
hates people of sand
keep feelings locked
so modest and proud
he sleeps on the floor
and stares at the wall
he thinks we are dust
of freedom ,love, lust.
there is no logic
to stare at wild cats
and not bags of sand
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wounded since birth
staring at the rain
too desperate, too fragile
too afraid
cold, darkness, school
rules, religion, sacrifices
structures, papers, whores
broken hearts and bones
against us- all the odds
the real history of men?
there s no after life.
just one miracle :
this moment
that s all we have
tic-tac
and then’s gone.
living on a thin crust of land
eating poison and sand
the damned
buffoons of fate
life s calling
and we re late
this is Heaven
and its Hell
in your head
stop playing dead
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Hi,
How you guys been? I have a great announcement to make : the translation of my book will soon be completed. Its been quite a bumpy ride with the editors, the publishers and everyone involved in this industry, and many times I wanted to quit writing because of these reasons, but I’m happy I didn’t and that I could finally translate it in English so everyone could finally read it.
So , next month I will have the manuscript ready, I will let you know.
Until then, read, be happy and rock on.
Cheers from me !
The brave coward
Always present
But never there
always smile with makeup on
the fake superficial
my imagination
takes over
and
fingers through my hair
you tell me
how beautiful I am
i m surrounded by
millions of spectators
in a blue/green light of smoke
I cry while I sing like I used to
I m wiser , I m loved
I m older but I look younger
I have red ,long nails
I m so classy and drunk
In a dress that reveals what I feel
And you say “Its alright …I’ll take care of you”
And I love to kiss you slowly in my dreams
Too lost in my head
I always forget
that I forget to live now
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I love to drink,
when i go dancing
not a mask, me.
the music, the makeup, the lights.
I like to smoke my lungs
and spit them out.
they say I’m drunk
I say I m a shinny phoenix
when I go dancing
maybe your insane staring
while you thought
I was not looking back,
made me dream
that I’ll feel a little something…
I knew
you were always there
and you’ll never change
this is why
I loved to look at your crazy smile
when I went dancing.
remember?
I pierced the floor with my heels
and painted it red with bloody feet
I was so brave…
but you scare me, crazy man
Cuz’ you’re much stronger than me.
“Here I go and I don’t know why…”
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Patti whispers in my mind
Melting candles
Absinthe bottles
Violins whining
Shadows hiding
In the dark,
Dancing.
Frivolous smiles-
Crying.
***
The rain mourns its tears
-such a sad little girl-
The wind runs away
From itself.
A black cat stares at me with imperial eyes
through the dirty window,
Like it wants to steal my soul.
I see a life lived in vain
and, like the rain,
I mourn my passing:
“I don’ t have a soul! I have a shadow just like all of them!”
Such a sad little girl.
But she laughs and steals the absinth bottle
from my hand.
Leaving me – and the rain- behind.
Drunken cat…
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Caught between two worlds
Missing the old days
Breathing clouds of smoke
Anna is crying
*
Too obvious
Mysterious wannabe
Refined but confused
A bit vulgar, a bit more aristocrat.
Delusions of grandeur
melting in the night
while the moon s unfolding its bleached hair
Over your fake lashes
My beautiful drag queen
My gentleman liar
Honest with the wrong people
Trapped in his glacial tower
Who believes nothing
but his own fearful thoughts
“I’ll wear too much perfume
to intoxicate your thoughts
make you forget your logic”-Anna said.
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