A GOOD THING

All these things will be forgotten, 
all these things will be drowned, 
all these things will be just memories, 
the world will no longer have this image, 
and the sadness of knowing what will happen makes me drown, 
it makes me water, 
I dream of the sea, 
I dream of it. 
Sand under the sea, 
but when the high seas will come 
there will be no sand but only the end of this land as I see it now. 
All things will become different and this scares me 
and I don't know why all this will be allowed, 
why does God want to extinguish man again? 
I have no answers, 
maybe he doesn't have them either, 
he is thinking about it, 
he is deciding whether to do it or not, 
whether to give us a chance, 
but he sees the hatred and the war, 
and the violence, 
and how can he say that we are still one thing good?

GOLDEN DAY

Fragments of me
they scatter on the way
leaves let go
from their stem
imbued with joy and pain
full of thoughts
short paragraphs
of a long history
called life.
Like quick flashbacks
fragments of the desired existence,
flashes of the soul
tear the gray veil
of our daily life,
to paint a dream
that shines wonderful
and still unites us.
They exude hope
the walls of this room,
white shines
to make the heart
less grim,
candida shines
like the soul that does not lie,
it feels like heaven
but it is only a reflection
of your smile.
Deep down I look at you
and so I find you again,
sweet as ever
with the beating heart
exploding with passion
to overcome the dark
and every obstacle
that stands in the way
to our love.

Infinite spaces await us
to free our imagination
and fly again
beyond all limits
to try again
the thrill of living
in the rumble of the heart.
Silence like music
fills the atmosphere,
in gazing
a rising sun
in the breath of nature,
sweet melody
made of thoughts
that like sweet notes
caress hearts.
I've been through storms
that shook the soul,
I have endured the pain of my demons
uncomfortable traveling companions,
overcoming all fear
to find myself again
and understand the value
of my life.
Last remnants of summer
the sea seems to calm down
the air freshen up,
almost an unexpected stasis
moments of tranquility
thoughts go up
on the mountain of duty
the heart remains in the arms
of pleasure.

And then for some reason
you find yourself once again embraced
realizing that you wanted just that
feel her skin on yours
get intoxicated by its perfume
as you open your eyes
to start a new adventure.
In the shadow of the clouds
of distant memories
new ones are born
sprouts of emotion
that someone calls
love flowers
in their perfume
life still blossoms.
Nothing can make me forget
I will carry every moment with me
I will live the time
as if there was no tomorrow
to stop him in that fatal moment
of the melody of your heartbeat.

PATH OF STARS

Our time has come.
Our own end in this strange fairy tale.
The greatest story ever told.
Dissimilar masks recite for the accomplishment of the same great work.
Tragedy and comedy.
Essence and existence.
Understanding and misunderstanding.
Elements of an orchestra too large to be understood by mere mortals.
Our time has come.
Guilty, innocent.
Actors, listeners.
Saints, sinners.
All together on the same path of stars.

If the word love is
a filthy rag,
if I have no other language to say what
I love, if the soul is now a hindrance
and the sky a place like any other
if we sleep and sleep

if my song is crushed in the canton
if my song or yours, if my song

if all the words of the wise are too much
slow for this ride on the pieces, if even
the beasts in their dying beaten
they don't even reveal themselves

if there is a cough if there is one
cough that encrusts the sky
and then spits it out

if we have enemies inside our heads
and broken cars

if the hand is grumpy to the hand
surly breaks the wave and the branch
breaks the wing and beak

if we have out of tune psalms
if the rubble on tired faces
make the weight of the whole story

if then no one comes
no one gets up from the soaked tombs
to deliver us a bunch, a cup
an oath to the light
if if if

if there is a thirst that makes us sick
if there is a sip for those who are thirsty
if it really really moves the sun
if it moves the sun and the other stars
if his great power, his great
power of ancient Love,
if our heart is immense
if our heart
sometimes it is immense, if the
stars are born, if it is true that they are born
even now, if we are powders at the
disruption, loose chains,I bless every inch of Love every
minimal splinter of Love
every vein or whirlwind of Love
every table and bed of Love

Love I bless
that of each of us in the chain
it makes flesh that shines

Love that you are my destiny
teach me that everything will fail
if I don't bow to your blessing

LOVE IS A CAGE

People often confuse love with cages.

With the "no" shouted in the morning, and which often echo throughout the day.

With the disappointed face of someone who sees you reach your goals, but is not happy for you.

I often wonder what love is, I know it in many forms, but it sure isn't that.

Depriving a human being of his or her freedom can never get anywhere near the greatness of this feeling.

The heart in the throat, the eyes shining with happiness when you see the other person happy, the beats that increase when you touch your hands and observe yourself minutely, this looks a little more like us.

Spurring the other person to grow, to make difficult choices, to go out with other people, to know the world even without you, this is another level, this is pure love.

Jealousy is love within its limits, it is love as long as it remains a game, as long as it is limited to cute adolescent phrases that we carry with us a little because we don't want to grow up and a little because life has taught us that no one will stay with us forever. , and the terror of being alone grips us.

But our fears do not allow us to deprive those around us of their freedom, man is a social animal, Aristotle said it and I firmly repeat it in the twenty-first century.

Being terrified of greeting someone when you are in the company of our so-called "love" is not normal.

Just as there are not constant scenes that come even if another person looks at you, as if you are to blame or that he had to gouge out his eyes.

Love, love, love, much praised and much hated.

You realize this "love" has only hurt you when you look for yourself and you can't find it anymore.

And it's too late, because you fell into it.

After all, today you understand and tomorrow you will return from that love, because you are no longer into it, it is enough now it eats you alive.

A GHOST IN THE BLUE

Memories, one of the things that causes the most mixed emotions.
Some people,
those who have lost everything,
can be kept alive by memories.
But is theirs a real life?
Or is it just fear of looking ahead, latching onto the past?
Well,
some feel it is better to delude oneself
and continue living in the past.
But what is the past in the present?
A ghost.
Something whose presence can be felt, but not seen.
A thing that haunts at night.
Something that is not well defined,
the limits of which we cannot focus on.
Something that is not easy to get rid of.
Ghosts are scary.

WALLMART OF LOVE

My love is in the supermarket of the heart.

Take my love, you'll find it on the shelves in the sweets section.
On the shelf between the "Abbracci" and "Coccole" biscuits from Mulino Candido.
Just below the "Baci" della Perdindirindina.

It is not obvious but its value is justified by the high quality.
100% pure love, first choice.

Do not be distracted by discounted offers, 3x2 or convenience prices, with love there is no discount, Trust me.

You will be entitled to the loyalty card, it will be your love alone and that of no other person.

My love is not in a poke, you can find it in a transparent crystal vase to see the high quality. No misleading, retouched or misleading images about the content. You can find it in the healthy and natural things department.

Few and simple ingredients, no preservatives or antioxidants. My love follows time and transforms with it, like good wine. When you uncork me it will always be an intoxicating experience.

If you put my love in your cart you will not regret it, you will like it so much that you will lick your fingers.

Attention, the offer is limited to one person. Do not lose the opportunity.

Warm and fragrant in winter as well as fresh and intoxicating in summer, you can consume it as you like, alone or with the addition of passion fruit.

When you have opened my love, keep me in a sheltered place, close to you. I have no deadline, I can last a lifetime if you want.

I do not leave crumbs and not dirty, my love is clean do not have delay and consume it quietly on the sofa as well as in bed.

You cannot find it online, but you have to take it directly with your own hands, only in this way you will be sure to always have it with you.

Do not waste time, the promotion is about to expire you may not find it anymore. Hurry up! 

WE DON’T HAVE SO MUCH TIME!

Tommorow

tommorrow

all prople say tomorrow

but are you sure there will be a tomorrow?

kiss her now!

live now!

jump now!

take it now!

We always think we’ll have all the time

but there’s no safe future.

so kiss him, tell him you love him, go!!!

take her, tell her, say all your Love!

NOW!!! NOW!! NOW!!

FLYING TO THE MOON

Flying higher and higher to prevent anyone from cutting off my wings. Reaching high and shouting: you did not make it and you will never make it, because My dreams and My freedom are stronger and more powerful than all of you, hypocrites and hopeless! The desire to fly away, to leave, to take any train, any means, the desire to give up everything and start over, to go as far as possible, to forget everything, annihilate the rest, disappear and never return, the desire to get away …
You save your heart yes with a walk but you stop and wait for the world if its shoe is untied and how many clashes, how many efforts strong breaths, keep going for these broken dreams shooting stars are not enough So used to falling that you seem born to get up take you to the sea alone you have the whole world in the air you have sun-shaped eyes if it rains make music and offer the monsters dinner if you are afraid that’s fine and if there is a jump you skip it and if you fall you laugh at it ….

	

THE SILENCE

The silence of things does not add or subtract, simply.
And a wind and a thirst rises to cut history in two - the thin legs of childhood, the black and white of summer.

Once the possible plots have been dissolved, fate is untied from the hands: rings fall and beauties are born thresholds and dreams, fixed inside the steady eyes.

I tore apart the time to find you, challenging the discipline of things when the fury is evening and passages open inside the name - remains of ovature, a clock that lingers in the silence of breaths.

Inviolable as wishes come true, we have been found by time with the pronouncement of the last born: perfect, meeting the day that is revealed.

PIETRA

Throw it away, that stone.
Take it and launch the way with all the strength you have in your body.
And, while you’re there,
tie all the pain I carry inside me together and hurl it against the water.
The sea will know what to do with it.
Take that pain away from me that stone that blocks the mechanisms of my heart.
Never tire of collecting the stones of my soul.
Never get tired of cleaning my heart every time it gets dirty with something that makes it beat less.

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