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

BIRD HEART

As we lay on the bed you suddenly asked me what I thought about the love between Romeo and Juliet. The awareness of absolute and immortal love, I answered dryly. As the protagonists embody the same essence of love. I remember that my teacher used this sentence that I could not explain … if I had to explain love it is just like that and from that moment that sentence explained well by another person (because I could not do it, there I could) remained inside me. The teacher took the words out of my mouth. Matching feelings is not what kind of family you have … a person is important for who they are. Too bad, however, that this is not understood by everyone. Overwhelming love, free in a certain sense, passionate, spontaneous, pure and true but also suffered. For love we suffer. Certain bonds you feel them inside and that’s it and you are the same essence of the love that I possess.
I wake up with a start and find you there … Bound by a thousand chains .. And I find myself looking at my hand hiding a key .. That passion that would simply like to belong … That life that you fill my thoughts … That life that fills my spaces … That sweet gaze is profound … That has now dissolved my every will … My every barrier … Making me attentive to a particular … Love is not chains … But it’s trust .. Freedom .. Respect … Love .. A simple word … But that can be the cause of excruciating suffering … There is a remedy for physical pain .. The scars heal … But to the heart … Where emotions and feelings are the masters … That wound .. It will remain open .. until it gets you to experience that feeling of nothing .. That feeling of emptiness .. That feeling of inadequacy .. That only the heart … but above all the soul can filter … Because nothing is nobody has the right to turn off our heart … The passion .. The love … The life that is part of it .. They are an immense and precious asset .. Now give me your hand and give me your power .. Let’s fight together .. For the heart .. For love … Because each of us deserves happiness ..

Human relationships are feeble cords. I don’t believe in destiny, but in the indeterminate law of chaos: a week ago I met two tourists who were next to me on the vaporetto just a few days earlier. I don’t think they noticed, I remembered them and I will never see them again. Who knows how many people we meet, how many we let go without trying further, how many hold back against our will, how many instead you would like to weave thicker cords and yet no, you can’t. We should accept the situation and go further and yet it is complicated. Have I climbed over death and can’t I get over this? Perhaps all of this is difficult for me, because it is a period that I feel the desire for stimulating human relationships. For me, finding one is so rare that I can’t accept failure, after having found one that I thought was one. Also, the refusal for not being considered as stimulating. Although painful, this is also an experience. Fruitful or not, we’ll see. Meanwhile, I still think about it.

I DELETED MY BLOG

I deleted my blog, with 2300 followers, because the dialogue was over. Because writing in English I wanted to reach more people and I couldn’t do it by having an Italian blog. Now here I say everything I think, as a woman, as an artist, as a professional. I want to express every part of me, tell about me, my life, and my thoughts. I don’t care that I have lost so many followers, this is not important, but it is the essence that we explain that survives. Anything could happen to us every day and I want to fix my existence here.

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