undici giorni

...are almost two weeks

notice: I'm not sure I've been living up these days.

Guess I should've done more.

Gotta try.

again and again

scansiona, stampa, incolla

e ricorda.

À rebours

c'è qualcosa di malsano
nel mettersi a guardare vecchie foto
a ritroso

Rosso

I write down, red on red.

I'm not a painstaking person, I call off, sometimes retrieve, more often just freeze out, forget, or rush. Out of any due course.

In this heatwave I build up a new time, which slows in my fingers,

No things at once, but my threads go together sometimes, not on a line and without any logical order, 

But in the end my day is done.

Crinale

Bacio il volto di una donna che mi scruta dall'infanzia,

Lontana e immota osservatrice all'improvviso è terra sotto le mie suole.

Scalo le sue labbra di pietra, il suo respiro si frantuma in migliaia di farfalle.

Ciglia d'erba e occhi distanti, e mi trovo ad osservarmi da tutt'altra angolazione.

afa

quest'aria mi toglie il respiro

mi butta a terra

mi scioglie in lacrime di sudore.

scatto una foto ai miei desideri, mentre le parole decantano

e la saliva, preziosa, si mescola alle foglie.

accolta dalla nebbia, la giornata è ora solo una tavola di nuvole 

calata sui capelli umidi 

e sulla terra incrostata e grigia 

sulla mia pelle.

cerco tra le tue labbra il fiato per riempire i miei polmoni

un distillato di sospiri e sbadigli

Mock up

the more you have
the more you lose.

the less you had, the more you lost.

there in no symmetry - no balancing

whether you dare
or refold

you're doomed.
nothing to be hold in your clutching hands

you grasp
and you grope
and you grin, pretending to smile

a mock turtle soup

because you know
what's making you happy now is what's going to kill you,
you're bound to lose it.

knowledge is power -
fuck up
fake up

Blank page.

a  frog and a leaf
a leaf and a frog

pomodori e varechina

It's 9am and I'm already tired.

My hands have been stained and cleaned as the thoughts pass by.

Shall I find my way away from all the chemistry?

Five fish and two snails are who I share my time with.
Elsewhere.

Like the newborn dragonflies, I shall left my shell clung to a leaf and fly.

fermenti lattici

libellule e viaggi, lavoro e stanchezza
ritorni, riscoperte, scoperte.

camminare sotto il sole, e osservare l'acqua verde ha un risvolto migliore del sognato.

fallimenti e curiosità

Una luna che brilla solo per chi si dimentica di volerla guardare

Piedi e pagine,

Foglie, pesci e alghe.

2005 June, 19

nel silenzio

gocciola la pioggia

è cenere sopra la mia pelle

It tastes like freedom

Così, annusi l'aria, a un certo punto

E pensi che un sogno forse può influenzare la realtà
E allora ok, se possono mettere le ali anche le rotoballe
E volare via, nella loro fuga scomposta
Perché allora no?

Wave of mutilation

i will never be rescued

Beautiful

My fingers tip nevously on the back of your letters, trying to find the shape of all this to come.
My head is just a cage for my rusty thoughts
Which cannot flow away as they wish to.
I write down my heart not to overshine
The little light that's in it.
I've dared not to explode
But i'm made of iced fire

Burbling and questioning

Billions of things to chose

Billions of things not to be chosen.

Blatero e m'interrogo.

Weariness and sadness take turns, blended with unconscious silence and inability to share my words.

I've been misunderstanding for years what were happening around me,

and now I feel tired and hurt and I can barely guess who's next to me.

Friend and enemies are all mixed up, they may not exist at all, they do melt, they disappear

I feel the sense of time and loss

In these nights, where the milky stars can't but suggest my changing,

In these days, where the sun is hidden among rainy wishes

And when the wind is just a wave in my heart.

certe scelte si scelgono da sole