venerdì 27 agosto 2010


Comincio a pensare che

giovedì 26 agosto 2010

c'è qualcosa che mi sfugge

qualcosa che mi fugge
che fugge da me
dalle mie dita

c'è qualcosa che mi allontana
e mi riavvicina
mi stringe a sé

cerco di dare un peso alle cose a cui tengo,
di trovare le cose a cui tengo

di portarle con me
e non lasciarle fuggir via.

mercoledì 18 agosto 2010

Post it

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.

lunedì 16 agosto 2010

A nightmare of you of death in the pool

This is what I found regarding your shipped soul, looks like it lays at your breathe office - have you tried to track it down with the last generation automatic animaseeker? It can do miracles with desoulations like yours.

domenica 15 agosto 2010


Amo questi agosti di pioggia
Anche se ho trovato motivi per amare il bel tempo.
Il caldo che si dissipa e i colori che esplodono, l'odore della pioggia sulla terra appena lavorata, e questi cieli che si caricano di stelle.
Affetti e dolori sembrano sparire in con fronto a questi universi che non prevedono progetti.
Sulle ie mani ho una scadente acqua di colonia, negli occhi la dolcezza di una chioma canuta, e richieste e speranze che affogano nella nebbia.

sabato 14 agosto 2010

Echoes and silences

It rains.
Thru my open window I let the drops get in, I listen to them like they were a music, I watch the green get greener and I wish to run away from this cage - I've been bound with love and sense of duty.
I want to smell the scent of the skin of a dream,
Again and again.

venerdì 13 agosto 2010


I need to find a shape for my foggy purposes. They cast their shadow on the screen, hit by hidden sunbeams and pierced by the dreams.
Lost in the sounds of the words. I suggest your keeping with you your compass - but where is your north? Guess I've lost mine as well.
The persisting ring of the phone brings me back to my reality, where the milky mist has got into my room.

I've red the story of a guy who cried when a friend of his drunk his pear juice, and I felt the tears come, too.

giovedì 12 agosto 2010


...e fuggir via.

lunedì 2 agosto 2010


It was none of my business. No more.
Moreover I was asked not to be annoying. But I do am annoying.
Do you remember the time you've learnt how to spell business? Busy- business.
Take off your clothes and dive in the marsh - slimy thick warm waters will be your suite for tonight.

"lost and lonely"

I've been just like a dream
Just like a dream.

I need to have my hair cut.

I need to focus and write down a letter.
Whose is that cloud?

Like a flag in the wind 
I've lost my shape
I find it in the air.