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Spark

My mind is filled with thoughts,

then in the moment of writing,

a nothingness catches my heart paralyzing my hands.

I watch the blank page,

waiting for words to flow, to throw out, to describe my world,

what my eyes see around me.

And it feels like I’m fighting a lost battle,

it feels like my dreams dry in the sun,

drop by drop they all flow back into my heart,

and I would like to scream out,

Stop! Come out!

Let me get relief from my demons,

let me feel that I’m good at something!

Let me be able to harshly describe my deepest feelings,

with no pity, with no remorse.

Getting hope from the blue sky,

getting shattered by my family’s refusal.

I want to see hope between the burning flames,

I want to walk under a sky that is my sky, my world, my life, built with my own hands!

I am going insane, hallelujah!

Am I lost out at sea?

I’m floating through life’s pattern,

my hand is ready to be held,

to return the warmth to sender.

I’m ready to get read,

these words will reach nobody’s heart,

but it’s not a good reason to give up.

Deep down, beyond all darkness,

at the end of every little path,

a light shines, a spark of hope that I have to follow still remains,

beyond all sufferings and absurdities,

that little flickering light calls me.

And while I walk this path alone,

I see people stuck in their own prisons,

incapable to smile, to feel something,

to open their hearts.

That’s when I smile,

and I become aware that this is the right direction.

Annunci

Entanglement

I am sitting in this bar alone,
as the sun outside waver to rise.
The cappuccino gets cold,
and an old song plays on the radio.
Fog, rain, and the door opening.
A low-vibe day,
I’m snuggling undercover with a thought,
play.
And the thoughts in my head wreck havoc,
while the world spins slowly around,
People Help the People now,
exploding ground in paradise.
And that boy crying for help,
he has learned to swallow the venom,
to keep anger down,
and to fake a scenery of plastic success.
That boy has learned to smile,
to see beauty in a simple drop of rain.
to feel how cold can be a refusal,
to feel how wrong and perfect can be to love.
And the thoughts in my head wreck havoc,
a speech I can’t get,
you, sat on the sofa, snorting snow,
my love sinking in the ocean,
my knife stabbing your back,
the blood from your heart,
a flowing creek of crooked thistles,
and then liberty.
Two other bodies enter the room,
they speak my mother tongue,
I don’t want to hear my mother tongue anymore,
as the bombs explode on the boot,
and children are killed for the sake of the Unknown
the words in my head wreck havoc.

Toronto

Stuck on the other side of the horizon,
strolling down the lights of Spadina,
till the water’s edge greets me with its phosphorescence,
and the air of yesterday smells like pinewood.
A scent of something nice, lost in the fog.

Then,
amid the highest glass,
I find myself thinking what would’ve been like,
to be a son of the other side,
a child of the land of the never-ending fields.
Will I ever change?

All the time that sun shines and the warmth of its rays crosses my windows,
I feel like I’m still there,
standing on the platforms of Union Station,
dreaming of a brilliant future,
a simple smile from a cute face,
the revolution I am looking for.

Again, again, I climb on a tree to see the harbour,
save me from a prison of bombing,
take me on a plane,
14.000 miles from home,
the first hope in my heart,
like a plane on Lake Ontario.

The 7th

A life is gone,
a fighter, a light.
Tears get back into my eyes,
a sudden feeling of impatience,
while a subdued world flows by.
People kill the people,
then music,
adios.
Thirteen percent,
notes on the wall,
a straight existence.
I am proud of who I am.
I will love to love you,
Mfmfmfmfmfmmfffmfm.
Slam it!
As the trees whisper in my ears
I’m lost in the forest.
I am sure that one day I will find the light,
while he slowly murmurs that he loves me,
I know that you lied.
An organ plays in the background,
I don’t need you.
You expect something I can’t give.
She drinks, she drinks, she drinks,
she drinks.
Clocks are ticking,
our world ruled by time,
your smile high above me.
In the sudden loneliness of the 8th,
your illusions, the dreams that you think they’re broken,
the shame you feel.
I don’t care about it,
as the forest gets brighter you’re just a shadow in the blinding shade,
and you cried your desperation,
I’ve chosen the other path.
I get drunk,
I forget your face,
in the fog, in the light.

Another Evening

The movie’s over,
silence in the black of night,
this disguise is too tight for me.
Writing words I don’t really mean,
listening to an instinct I can’t control,
while music plays in my head.
An origin I can’t deny,
an identity that I won’t ever have,
a future decided by the place where I’m born,
a future well out of hand.
Life looks like a glimpse of light,
days go by like lightning waiting to rest.
What’s this glimmering for?
what’s the sense of this struggling?
To find pure pearls of light somewhere,
signs of a so-blinding beauty,
that’s worth a ride, and a tale, and a story.
I want to tell the stories of those pearls,
I want to get lost in the fog,
dance in the rain,
throw away the umbrella and let my tears melt away.

Düsseldorf

I don’t know what you see,
a frightened child,
a smiling sunflower ready to be caught?
I see the arms I used to love,
and I’m just reading out your words,
wishing to have another chance to be kissed again.

And I just wish a change of season,
looking through maroon falling leaves,
leaving traces on the ground,
leaving paths you can follow.
You told me to be strong,
but all I got is a voice.

Spectators of the turning of the tables,
standing still in the bruising poignant neon bedrooms,
violence all around us,
a gate getting closed by my grandmother,
her voice, her wartime stories,
fear, fascists bursting into her house.

Then I see a whore, in the daylight,
a sad story on her shoulder,
haggling with a young man about her price.
He drives away.
I walk by to avoid the sadness that I feel in my heart.
A dog is barking in the distance.

Then my secret love,
a passion dried out,
the world enclosed in my dark secret place,
how we laughed on that summer day,
how we kissed each other in the sunlight,
the sensation of living something somehow unique.

Then the hustling of the city,
the tower standing out against the blue of the sky,
a silver sphere where I would have liked to go,
curved houses erected on the canal,
a cold, freezing wind is howling,
while the sun sets and I walk away.

The heart troubles in the night,
I remember how much I longed for a sign,
and now I can just wonder who I am,
who we are,
caught in the whistle.
But in the darkness I recognize that something’s missing.

While I wait for a change,
as illusions fade away as the tether between us,
and I grow stronger and well-aware that you weren’t the one for me,
I listen to my father grumbling, crying out his own unhappiness.
His misfortune, the disgrace to have had a gay son,
the tragedy that he lives everyday.

I know that the wounds on my skin are healing,
as I write this lines the murmuring is just a shadow
and all I need is a warm embrace.
All I need are two arms protecting me from the world,
while I dance in my own tears,
and my feet freeze.

A distant world,
a blue sphere dancing in the blackness,
an immortal, unbreakable silence,
the prince and the patrol by my side,
looking for something to revive the magic,
in the valley of forbidden sounds.

The city pulses in its hectic life,
a million stories collide for a moment,
I see people talking,
and I’d like to know everything about them,
I see lips producing words,
and I’d like to kiss them all.

Then I see the lips that I liked to kiss,
then I remember our bodies touching,
how you confessed me your secrets,
then your smiles.
White blinding light,
the warmth I was looking for.

Evening

Your presence still lingers around me,
I find myself singing the music we sang when we were together,
I’m still waiting patiently for you to see,
how much I loved you.
So tired of this lonely air,
Watching shadows and people pass by.
Drums played by a broken heart,
a rhythm I’m trying to breathe.
It doesn’t matter if you return to me,
you set me free,
and the love we lived has been so pure,
that I can just say thank you to you.
In my hands shines the gold your skin released,
in my mind the smiles we shared are blinding stars,
When we kissed in the sunset, in water,
When you embraced me so tight I was sure you’d have been mine forever,
when you kissed me goodbye.
You refuse to see this,
so don’t see it anymore,
I’ll keep the fire burning,
waiting for the next step,
remembering your sweet eyes,
crying for them for good.

Yellow Light

Still believing to the sentences we shared,
I can’t give up this dream of mine.
I find myself dreaming of you,
while I cut the rope that keeps your boat anchored to my port.
I will greet your shadow sailing to a silver destiny,
I will wave my hand to say goodbye to the hope you were to me.

Please go away fast,
but don’t forget about me.
I won’t forget about you, and what we’ve shared under the two moons.
And all I wish is still to wake up in your arms,
the place where I would have liked to stop.
There inside it’s so warm and cozy.

There, inside your arms, a secret heaven that’s mine no more.
I’ve seen all the colors in your eyes,
the shape of your shadow, blinding in the heat of the summer night.
I will keep this yellow light on for you,
so in case you’ll come back, you’ll find your way home.
Shine, yellow light. Spread what’s left to hope.

Gli occhi

Uno sguardo che mi solleva più in alto delle stelle,

un sorriso che mi fa dimenticare tutti gli altri,

non posso credere che tu mi stia facendo crollare,

ne è una prova il modo in cui fa male.

Per mesi ho atteso il momento di avere un abbraccio,

negando ogni paura, ogni lacrima,

senza fretta se non quella di incontrarti.

Ho affrettato le paure, ho affrontato i miei demoni.

Nel silenzio inquieto della notte,

le lenzuola ancora fatte attendono il mio corpo,

che si rifiuta di arrendersi e di lasciare andare un sogno così bello.

Forse semplicemente non sono abbastanza,

forse non sono forte come vorrei,

ma ho bisogno che tu sia parte della mia vita.

Dopo tutte le parole che sono state dette,

chiudere il sipario sembra una violenza inaudita,

nel ricordo perfetto delle tue dita su di me.

Vorrei essere con te,

avere il privilegio di poter sentire la tua presenza al mio fianco.

Tutto sembra un sogno lontano,

un attimo fuggente che pare unico nella sua irripetibilità,

salire sul banco non è più possibile,

non mi resta altro che aspettare.

Se guardo i tuoi occhi non vedo altro che tenerezza,

e c’è troppo affetto per ignorarlo.

Se vorrai attenderò il momento in cui potremo riabbracciarci,

ancorato a una speranza che vuole restare accesa.

Góðafoss

Drunken and sleepy,
but not tired enough to fall into oblivion.
Waking is the deepest pain, it cuts and hurts,
because I long for your body next to mine.
I hate feeling so alone,
I’d like to have the privilege to love you,
to give you everything I can.

I don’t want to sleep,
I don’t want to live another empty day.
Where’s the adventure? Where’s the wanderlust?
Around the world looking for myself.
What am I?
I am a man, I am gay and I’m stronger than before.
This love cuts, I want to be your life support,
but all I get is silence.

Your smile is a memory now,
a figure walking on the street when I drove away,
knowing that probably that would have been our last kiss.
Give me the chance to kiss you once again.
The sky is dawning,
and I’m loitering. I just think about your smile,
and my mind takes flight.

I wonder, if you think of me sometimes.
Oh I’m such a fool to dream so big after such a small time,
I’m not the best into self-control.
Hug me, kiss me don’t give up on me.
Let our lips meet again, our hands crook into each other,
speak to me.
Will you be the light on my path?
I just lay here waiting for an answer,
in the warm dawn of the new day.

Dazed awakening,
the first thought is you,
defending the purity of the night under this pouring rain,
but all I grab is nothingness, not even a trace.
Maybe I’m just not enough, for you,
Maybe you got scared, by me,
Everything is possible,
but I get nothing at all.
And in a desperate moment of pleasure,
I was crazy enough to think you’d have loved me too.

I cannot smile anymore,
I cannot search for someone else right now,
my senses fail, because all I want to hold and see and speak to, is you.
Foolish love, damned heart.
Why do you crumble down so easily?
I am calm on the surface,
but deep down, I’m screaming.

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CALM ——————

——————– SCREAM

AAAAAAAAH!

This pain I’m feeling in my soul, the chance I won’t have with you.
I’m forcing myself to think positive,
to convince myself that you’ll return to me,
that you will contact me once again,
that you won’t forget me.

I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, I HAVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN,
I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN,
I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN
I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN
I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN,
I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN
I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN
I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN,
I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN
I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN

But in the morning, while I hear the rain falling down, is your quick appearance in my life that I miss the most.
I don’t want this prophecy to come true,
I will keep on repeating those nice words to me,
an hypnotic moaning.
The voice that won’t ever return.
I’m stronger than before. I’m stronger than before.

I will see you again.
And however, independently from what will happen,
I will never forget you,
I will always dream to have you near me,
I will always be waiting for you.

But since this target looks useless, as I cannot control your mind,
all I can do is to breathe, recall the touch of your hands,
enjoy this memory, knowing that it was perfect,
pure and absolute.
I touched perfection and nirvana, with you.
This was real, absolutely real,
and that’s the only truth, the only thing I can rely on.
I will see you again.

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