A WORM IN THE HEART

It burns.
Pushes.
He wants new life:
this is my heart.


Yet I know how much it can be her golden shower
yet it is discouraged in front of revealing itself, 
saying it is eager,
to the longing to return to peaks of joy irradiated with the light of love.


As the caterpillar forces the shell to come out, 
it must be my heart:
 it must become aware of itself and understand that it is worth, 
and reclaim its joy.

THE GOLDEN AGE

I chased my shadow
down along the illuminated avenues
among faceless men and trees now condemned.
I ran after her
out of breath with only the sound of my footsteps
to guide me
on this degenerate journey
towards the unexplored abyss
In the middle of the day
on the broken stage of an old theater
turned to the abandoned audience
she waited for me wearing a golden mask
I gave my shadow a face
She didn’t forgive me
In gold I dipped your hair and your dreams.
I was good at making you forget the sun.
Dawn was ahead of us and you stared at me
like the only bright star.
You will have kisses and sweets
from the blue horizon.
Kisses and sweets from my blue lips.
We are drunk with eyes
and with those who look at us.
But we will go elsewhere while
the world awaits the golden end.
You dripped your sadness into my golden lake
but you didn’t make me sad.
I listened to your favorite cruelties but I didn’t get involved in them.
You have played with all the dice and numbers to be able to calculate our future but I am a more infinite puzzle than an equation.
The last blue night rises and stays inside green bottles.
Sleep arises and you sleep while I look at your dreams and make them come true.
I’m your lucky charm.

THE BAD QUEEN

I experience fabulous adventures in distant realms, breathe the acrid, ancient smell of books in majestic castles from distant eras, walk a path made of clouds and fly aboard a mighty dragon with a brilliant black cloak and two eyes of fire. they bow as I pass, I am a royal figure shrouded in a halo of mystery, there is no place in the world that I cannot reach On my head I wear a too heavy golden crown embellished with the rarest gems, I sit on a lined throne of the finest red silk, I have immense armies of the strongest and most terrible warriors, infinite riches and whatever I want. All culture resides in my hands, I get lost in concepts of philosophy and I wander among pages of history. Then I open my eyes again. and I die.
If I lived in a Disney movie or in those storybooks I wouldn’t be on the side of the princess or the prince. I’d be with the evil queen. Because, let’s face it, without the villain the story does not exist, the protagonist is only someone who suffers evil, not the one who creates them. From an early age they always filled our heads with these stories of kind girls or boys who didn’t want to grow up anymore because being small was fantastic. They never answered the question “Why is the bad guy being bad?”. This was the question that haunted my entire childhood, and even now I try to find an answer. I don’t care how Cinderella eventually married the prince or how Snow White went to live in a castle away from the evil queen. What then have you noticed that the bad guys are always the ones left alone? I wonder why.
There was this thing, between her and life, an unsolved question. He kept her away from the things she loved most, as if she wanted to test her sincerity, her strength. But everyone told her she was a strong girl. No one could ever claim otherwise. He had faced trials that would drive anyone out of their minds. She hadn’t freaked out. She was a little dead inside, but it didn’t matter, because she was strong. So she didn’t need anyone, according to the others, and she almost believed it. Almost, because every now and then she let out a tear for someone, a “I need you”, but on time life put her back in line: she didn’t have to be alive, she had to be strong.
You don’t have to please anyone. Whatever you do will be deemed right or wrong by someone. Anything you say can be appreciated or considered pathetic. Whatever you do, it can be considered madness or the most suitable thing. You don’t need to show if anyone is thinking of you, if you are alone or if you are having fun. You don’t need to make someone think about something. Be is enough. For someone you will be the sea, for someone else the storm, for someone else still nothing. But you never stop! It is the biggest mistake you could make. That’s the secret, my little one: doing what makes you feel good, not others. If you have to turn something off, do it, leave it all on for yourself!

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