angel/like
i dreamed to be an angel
now i fall with torn and broken wings
lacerated
by the failure of my dreams<
notti bianche
silent i’ve been for all these years
no one to speak with, no one to see
i live into illusions, i live only in dreams
lonely i’ve been for all these years
lightly your tears have broken my dreams
lightly your hands gave light to my life
lighltly your tears have broken my dreams
a night for illusions, a night for your fears
close to my heart just for a second
close to my heart then fallen apart
the waves
now it starts all again
this suffering, this pain
i’m loosing power over words
all my thoughts are becoming frail
i’m loosing strenght from my veins
i see the world trough water veils
i feel i’m going under
the sound of waves is no longer
ending this decay flowing away
all your love so many times
held me here by your side
your hands, your eyes for all these days
a warm embrace whenever i cried
crystal winged words falling dead
collapsing the sense of whatever i said
ocean sea
earth and water unify
destinies meet and entwine
a woman, of melancholy fair
a girl, of white pain frail
empty canvas of never ending waves
ereasing signs, ereasing lives
time is silk here, passing time
as everything is vanishing in silence
write on water, words drowning
in a thousand oceans
words from letters to no one
words of tales from the sea
words are falling, disappearing
only one remains
the sea . . .
presagio triste
all my lost memories are here
inside empty houses, on hidden tears
i could not see another face for you
i could not feel another love for you
so many years slept inside of me
i could not know who you could be
precios fragments fall from your eyes
now i remember that day, that sad presage
if you could only understand my tears
look deep inside my eyes and see all my fears ...
house of incest
sea veils upon my eyes
floating and swaying, inside water dreams
hearing soundless sea’s lullabies
silent voices carried by the streams
all this sea over me
all these dreams inside of me
silent voices carried by the streams
i’m moving on you, over your flesh
lightly caressed by the flow
absorbed and lost ...
entering the voicelessness of the dream
absence
i’ve never thought about this loneliness
never thought about these empty rooms
my days should have ceased before yours
i was not prepared for all this emptiness
everything was like i should miss before you
everything was like i should be part of the absence
the absence that now fills every hour
old and exhausted with no breath
no one listens my silence
but all is vane, all is useless
it’s only me waiting for death
ivory
one by one my istants
the heart bleeds
the heart falls drop by drop
then sometimes cries
no sound, vague impressions
of space length, time
your ivory white face
your lips, very soflty
all eyes
and then, again, we leave
hand in hand
no one can hear me
i could suffocate
an early fright
i awake in the night
no fright, no fear
no ghost is here
silent is my cry
then i see her face
solemn in it’s grace
on her knees, by my bed
her hands, light, on me
she lays down, with me
i fall asleep, again
and i awake, again
on my breast, the pain
luminal
when there's no unconsciousness
when there are no faeryhair faeries
my romantic violence wants me frail
sadness can become light perversion
only dazzling fire that burns in stakes
lighting unquiet born souls
(needing dark rest)
the damned passions
all the blood that runs in
all the time that is given
making us invisible to the eyes
the sky is darkening before of a real sunset
we are shadows, look at us with anger
because we have no more heart
inside, eternal sleeps, we fly immortal
now our screams are nothing but a sing
there are words that do not need voice, though
mute they scream
amado mio
sfiorarsi di pelle, di candore
questo silenzio è già dolore
violenza d’istinti, desiderio
morir dei peccati, morire mio
osare di gesti di premure
bianche di luna le mie paure
son lacrime lievi nell’acqua dei fossi