The cold bites my body,
a sense of loneliness,
that I would have never thought to feel,
her abandon. She cries like a baby.
I try to look for a place to hide,
but the only solution would be to get under the covers,
receive the warmth of the night,
release my body through the land of dreams,
instead of resisting here,
to fake the existence while I want for a change,
and I share some words with a far-away soul.
or points heading to a crash?
Then, after the smoke will be swept away,
and the riot will begin,
what will you do?
Where will you take shelter?
Under the table ice is consolidating in huge buckets,
Words left alone.
The desire of feeling a human body close to mine,
the sudden feeling of an arm around my chest.
Other noises, other silences.
She sleeps, she hopes to wake up to a greener world,
while I wake up feeling the blue.
Then I build up my smile,
try to be strong through the day,
telling me endlessly: you are you,
you fell into the greatest mistake of your life,
allowing an unintelligible destiny
to chain my wings to the ground,
allowing my brain not to run away,
to tell you that I loved you.
But I lied..
Why? Still I ask myself why.
Then path became slippery,
and I followed the flow,
but inside, that chance, that flight that I should have caught,
is still there waiting for me.
Wait for me!
Wait for me!
Wait for me!
The blinding smile of a perfection behind the screen.
stop to cry,
wipe away your tears.
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.
A return to the origin,
the opening of the breach,
a little crack in a huge time armor.
Time won’t set,
time doesn’t change,
time doesn’t heal scars.
I got to this by opening the door,
opening my soul,
feeling a deep storm within.
A cliff made of souls,
waves beating down those black rocks.
I’m trapped into the net,
and I need solid ground, balance.
Your face cheers me on the beach,
a familiar smile,
a voice that I can trust.
A deep inner imbalance melts itself into empathy,
a love never loved,
your face is still clear, after all,
you’re a drawing carved in my skin.
I’m still here remembering the exciting perfume of your skin,
a perfume attached on me.
I was smelling right where you walked by,
waiting impatiently for one, single, little embrace,
observing the littleness of your movements,
figuring out how would have been to get lighted up by such a glimmering shining source of light.
Stories surround me,
I’m surprised by their unattended power,
while I can feel heavy steps breaking the flux up,
a prison that you can watch,
you can watch my words.
Tears in the darkness of my throat,
tears casted in the deep again,
a feeling that I wanted to cry out,
that I wanted to confess to you, leaning on you.
I was staring in your eyes.
My own self, my own inner father has stopped me.
The wall has raised.
I am looking for something, I am looking for an embrace,
but I’m searching for something else,
I want to go further,
I want your arms,
a fence around my wall,
a chink, a fall
an important difference.
Do you feel like loitering far away?
You feel isolate, on the outer side of the events.
But we are on two different sides,
we distance from each other everyday,
we carry on on faraway patterns, with no connections.
Your hope is a dead end,
tears in the rain,
a closure, the growth of the parasite.
I feel an indescribable littleness,
while I watch this screaming paper,
listening the sirens of the bombs on the other side of the sea,
cut off arms, blood flowing.
In violence’s absurd game,
I feel a distance from humanity,
when I watch its incapacity to accept.
What’s the reason of stepping on each other?
What’s the the point to kill another soul?
Why do we have to live in desperation?
Wars that I don’t understand,
stupid, fool human reality,
imperfect destiny’s mistake,
illogical creatures with no consciousness or morality,
grains of cosmic dust,
crumbs in the never-ending blue of sky,
conquerors of plastic goals.
The city pulsates, cruel in its terrific height,
cold like ice, like a blade on the skin.
A machine-gun. Shots.
Other steps, other interruptions.
I just wish to be a decent man,
I just wish to be accepted.