
THUNDER BREEZE
01 Feb 2022 1 Comment
in MY LIFE AS A WOMAN Tags: amleta, Breeze, fairy queen, MORNING, tears, Thunder

BARD DANCE
17 Dec 2021 1 Comment
in MY LIFE AS A WOMAN Tags: Aperitifs, contracts, glass, MORNING, skin
I've never felt sorry for people who decide to be alone. I do not find it an example of cowardice, not as much as I do not see it in those who would instead get together with anyone in order not to deal with loneliness. I have always been of the idea that being alone is beautiful, it is liberating. As I return home, in my beautiful solitude and silence after yet another chaotic day, I take off my shoes I untie my hair I sit on the sofa and stare at a point in the dark entrance in front of me. It is perhaps the truest moment that I live in contact with who I am. Me and my thoughts, and my reflections on what I did, on the contracts concluded, on the clients I met, on the mistakes I made. I should have been more rigid with the people I met this morning, I should have been more resolute in addressing that issue in the afternoon. I stay on the sofa with my legs on the table in the center, and the only sensation I have is of the skin in contact with the glass. Beautiful loneliness, as you think about how many are around right now having conversations with someone they don't even listen to the words of. After all, I'm almost happy. My tired legs and I, thank you for having decided to return, without further stops for aperitifs, inaugurations or dinners. Without effort, naturally back to live in the moment, of this moment.
IMPRINTED
13 Dec 2021 Leave a comment
in FEELINGS Tags: caress, carved, HEARTS, intense, MORNING, soul, VIBRATION, waters, wings

I feel everything as if it were empty. Nothing around. I fumble in the deep darkness. Just a light. Just a thrill in the air, your eyes looking at my soul. I have nothing, but I have You, therefore I have everything. All around vibrates in the ether only one thing, you. Like constant beating of wings that your heart remembers. A vibration. A thrill. Contact with silky skin. An emotion that revives. Mild. Intense. Fiery. Passionate. A kiss resting on smooth skin. Eyes that like windows open onto an enchanted world. A world that is your soul .... Waking up, opening your eyes to each other. A hug of looks. A smile and the morning opens ... Here is a new day. Here I look forward to seeing myself still in your eyes. I need to hold you tight. Dip your face in your hair. Smell your perfume, suck you inside me. A heart drowning in murky waters of sadness. He gasps, desperately looking for the air of your smile .... Narrow is the heart. I darken the soul. Then here it is your smile and it lights up in the morning. A light breeze brings your perfume so that my nostrils can be filled with it. Breeze that is like your caress. The face of the sky is now day, greets those who have a place already reserved in their hearts. A place imprinted in the heart, carved into the soul.
IN THE MORNING
01 Oct 2021 Leave a comment
in MY LIFE AS A WOMAN Tags: MORNING, Travel, tube, tube station

I had had to get up early that morning, a little earlier than when I went to school. I had taken the subway direction Jonio and I had gotten off more or less at the level of the tram station. I had stopped on the sidewalk so that it divided the street in two halves and while I waited for the tram to arrive I had started to think, to elaborate and to compose, in my mind, the poem that could best describe that moment. It was seven o'clock and the sun had not yet fully risen; its rays touched the skin of my face and arms, brushed me like a caress, like petals of pink, yellow, and orange flowers; the morning breeze made itself felt, gave a lonely breeze, fresh and soft at the same time. I was, therefore, in the middle of the road, but perhaps it is more correct to say that I was at the center of an antithesis operated by time. The feet were a little cold, while the hands, kept in the pockets of the jacket, were too warm and I felt that if, at any moment I took them out, I might find that they were melted like candles in the fire. After a few moments, perhaps a few minutes, perhaps half an hour, it seemed to me that I could hear the sound of the mechanisms that are located above the trams that run on the great wires that are placed for the operation of the trolleybuses; and at the same time the perpetual and fast and repetitive sound of the contact between the rails and the noises of the tram. I looked around, it seemed that I was the only one listening to it, maybe the others just heard it, they just didn't care, everyone cared for himself alone: ​​who was on the phone, who listened to music and who chatted animatedly with the person that stood beside him. Nobody seemed to notice the wonder that was happening.
he sound was getting louder, until I could see the tram: it was making the curve. Then, for a moment, a gust of wind produced by the cutting of the air of the vehicle, and then a light whistle. He had stopped: the doors had opened in front of me and practically immediately I moved and placed, first one, then the other, my feet on the plastic that covered the floor of the wagon, a little loose and a little sticky. Then I looked for a free seat on the tram, and as soon as I found one on the back I sat down. I put my arm on the window and with my hand I moved the hair that the wind had blown up in front of my eyes. Here it is, the wonder. From the window I could make out the buildings opposite, of that color between cold beige and yellow, but which were warmed by the warm rays of the sun, which gave those ancient buildings an orange hue. They were like satellites that glow with reflected light. From where I was observing that scene, I could also see below the tracks on which he was traveling, the electric wires above; around pines and other magnificent buildings of the same color as those described above. It looked like one of those perfect landscapes for an analog. There I found peace.
MORNING SHADOWS
08 Sep 2021 6 Comments
in SOMETHING STRANGE Tags: MORNING, secrets, Shades, SHADOWS, vibrations, whispers

they give human thrills of presence that I took my breath away. They all crowd to get my attention
and in the meantime they swallow my words.
Greedy,
marauders,
they play as if they were killer dolls.
They look for my pulsations,
vibrations,
lively feelings to make them crowns of thorns.
I open dull books and they immediately come out as actors from a distant past.
They want to sigh again,
whisper secret things to me,
make me forget the morning sun.
You swing big through the light,
but in the dark you disappear.
Follow every movement unable to resist,
silent and dark.
If you had the opportunity, how many things would you say? Muta, do your job,
accompanying me everywhere.
You are part of me even if elusive,
I have you but I don’t possess you.
I see you but you cannot do the same,
I would like to tell you many things but your ears would not perceive the sound of my voice.
Sometimes people can become shadows too,
you know?

BEING STRONG
13 May 2021 Leave a comment
in MY LIFE AS A WOMAN Tags: alone, EXPERIENCES, family, friends, inside, LEARN, LIFE, LIGHTER, MANAGE, MORNING, PAST, Person, REFERENCE, ROAD, SHOULDERS, SICK, SICKNESS, STRENGHT, STRONG, WEIGHT, WONDERING, world
