Dream.

I kissed your hand in my sleep, cold and lifeless.

I closed my eyes to feel it soft on my face.

Your body lying still and blue, your suit on.

Your lips stiff and sweet.

And I wished to touch them for the last time.

I wished to touch them for the first time.

Myth

Forever never happened

Like the myth you talked about

While we were making it reality

Eyes that could not move

A hand on a cheek

Your knees going weak

Was when it’s been conceived

An invisible string following me

Ever since

‘’You should be my girl’’

I knew I better believe it

Feeling your hand on me, I did

But the stain was waiting

Lurking through the happiness

Of love made for heaven

Dark and stinging

As the tattoo on my back

Pulling my skin away

And you gave in to the torment

Gently removing

The best thing that ever happened to both

It would be easy

Had it all been an illusion

Invented by desire

It would be easy

If the myth wasn’t broken

yet pulseless

I never felt like a woman before

You never felt like you deserved better

We had a minute of what should be

A minute of clarity

A minute of vision

A minute of wholesomeness

Now all I have is your smell

Embedded in my brain and

Sticking to your t-shirt

That I don’t want to wash

The myth that we broke

In a state of stillness

Hoping to bloom.

Ti amo.

Ti amo come l’acqua che scorre oltre gli alberi verso il cielo

Ti amo come il gabbiano triste che insegue la madre

Ti amo come l’erba sempre pronta a bagnarmi le mani

Ti amo come le stelle talvolta capricciose nel loro splendore

Ti amo come la neve perennemente intensamente bianca

Ti amo come la terra che mi regala misteriosa nuove sorprese

Ti amo come una goccia, perfetta nella sua forma

Ti amo come una figlia che non avro’ mai

Ti amo come la madre che avrei sempre voluto

Ti amo come il sonno che mi porta da te.

Ti amo come il cuore che mi ha appena trovato

Ti amo con l’anima

Ti amo con Amore

Ti amo per forza

Ti amo perche’ respiro.

Ti amo come Dio ti ama

Ti amo come la vita che e’ piena di te

Ti amo come se tu fossi me.

A Reality's Dream

I don’t lose my mind when I see you

I lose my heart

Cos it becomes yours.

You pale and soft spoken child

You sickly gentle lamb

Tickling my dreams in a cloud

Spreading fingers through the fog

Of time, space and existence

Reaching me in unknown dimensions.

I kissed your little finger to make it better

And your cheek to make me sweeter

With eyes wide open, naked we became.

Wishing you were as real as your eyes

And your kisses after you saw my heart

As we lived in a reality’s dream.

Waiting for the waves of eternity

To join us together

With no sound to drill our heads

Only the softness of us.

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Air is bright, life is living

The sun is speaking

Nature vibrates

Within you and me

God is feeling, it is breathing

We are its light.

You are here when you’re not

Like the child I’ll never have

You’re the essence of me

The string is invisible

Knows no space or time.

Matter don’t matter

We’re girls, we are boys

We use no weapons or tricks

Everything is everything

We are love.

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My love could make stones cry. The one reason for me to live, in the depths of hell or sparks of immense joy... is to give to you. 


It’s the tale of a girl who gave her all, to someone who did not want to give themselves, not completely, to her. 


The same nature that once was breathing, is now dead and dry. The sun on her skin is stinging, and the grass is grey. 


Her angels in disbelief, asking ‘’What did happen?’’, as they weep over her selflessness. ‘’Don’t you worry, don’t feel sorry. Love is never in vain’’ they’re saying. 


And off they went, watching over the other by her request.


The girl keeps on giving, though she keeps on bleeding. Blood never seen by the other, still unfailingly flowing. 


The other speaks of friendship, but the other walks away. 


The girl, left now alone, gives again. She gives the other the freedom to walk away.

Glazba

No one hears the silent weep in my mind

And no one sees the pores that cry

In this box that offered me life, in this prison

Of lies.

Never the words have been true to existence

Never has hypocrisy left your mouths

And I hang on to the magic, I hang on to a voice,

To sound.

Tomorrow is another same day

With another different way

To remind me I was born to keep still,

To be dead.

To show me I can’t reach grace

To tell me I’m the dust on the pavement

To keep me well buried under

Your two feet.

No one sees the wounds of the spirit

That the head can’t lift up

And so I hang on to the magic,

The sound

Cuddling up in its soft caress

My spirit rises from the ground

Knowing there is no refuge

But this.