Inconsistency.
Friday, August 28th, 2009 Love
by the hour.
Archive for August, 2009
No more 'I
Friday, August 21st, 2009 Reflected in the mirror
I did not recognize
my face.
Am I not the one
with the hoary front,
sunken cheeks,
eyes closed now.
Am I not the one
Am I not the one
with dry lips
and empty gums.
Joke, joke,
Joke, joke,
nightmare or reality?
If I,
If I,
are no more 'I,
it never will '
of my soul?
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Sunday, August 16th, 2009 When the fiscalism
translates
of dullness,
and the appearance
exceeds the content
decreeing the right
by foolish rules,
the time comes
farewell.
Do not fit myself,
seeing hypocrisy
I bow
superior to hidden.
As Berthold
hail,
leaving the scene,
showing the rump
patched and painful.
Horizon?
Friday, August 14th, 2009 Where does the horizon?
Where it takes you gaze,
or where it gets you thinking?
Let your mind flow
lines to distant
where the limit
is your limit,
where the dream
is actually
and reality
imagination.
Move your eyes
beyond that sky
for riscoprirti
men.
I have not forgotten.
Wednesday, August 12th, 2009 I have not forgotten
your smile,
the glow of your eyes.
Your sweetness and
your sweet caress
the soul.
I have not forgotten
your sweet voice
your blushes,
your shyness
and your tears.
Did I lost
to find you,
to lose you again
again,
in the hope
of poterti yet
least touch,
the light
a ray of sunshine.
Thought
Monday, August 10th, 2009 It explains the thought
the meaning of existence:
a cursed equilibrium
and we are not acrobats.
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Sunday, August 9th, 2009 Already the leaves fall from the trees, preparing the new season.
I must prepare me well.
After many words sterile, so many silences and some discordant voices, allargherò my branches in the wind, the bark scrollerò ... and give life to those who still clings.
I am multifaceted, evergreen on one side and oak on the other ... in any case continue to sow seeds.
I must prepare me well.
After many words sterile, so many silences and some discordant voices, allargherò my branches in the wind, the bark scrollerò ... and give life to those who still clings.
I am multifaceted, evergreen on one side and oak on the other ... in any case continue to sow seeds.
Consciousness
Already the leaves fall,
together with the stars.
End of Dreams
or illusions.
How much and 'away
quell'ieri
by tears of smiles,
of stolen kisses,
accomplices of looks.
Fallen clothes
There we are covered
nudity,
coming out of doors
different.
When you lose I 'again
Monday, August 3rd, 2009 He could not think of smetter. It was impossible. Besides, Raffaella was so ', has always had to focus and get to the heart of the problem before we can move forward.
It had been years but still thought of him, so 'so close' away. He was disappointed that he has never been able to wait even if he accepted his silences, his disappearances and reappearances.
Now things had changed and were changed, but '.... a worm continued to haunt her.
Raffaella thought and wrote thoughts on a sheet of paper, drawing with the words, a big question mark.
Why 'nevertheless continued to think and to look for? For the safety that suited her? For the force that could pass it on? For only she could see the sparkle in his eyes?
Semplicemetne Maybe 'cause he loved him, the good that can' go beyond time and space, man and woman, that good without condition, without any ifs and buts, that good that you can 'call in love meant more 'pure term.
He thought all these things and words followed each other on the sheet, sea and mountains, suns and clouds, question marks and exclamation points.
Before you rip and throw the paper into the fire even wrote a few words, words that were marked in blood:
"Did I lost and not found it yet, but here I am thinking about what lighthouse 'when you lose I' again."
