Added, to watch later!
some movie, the love you lost,
the bills you have to pay
the trip you always postponed
or just canceled!!!
and at the end of the road
fix it
fix it all
because is all that loneliness gave to you
It is a Bang!
having the title
but not having you anymore
It is a big Bang! Bum
I am not suffering anymore
because it is a big bang
And all people can see!
what can i desire more?
it is like a special music
bang, bang and uhmmm
the time is gone
you are in the middle of the desert
i am still … an ocean to thrive
i think the worst part in on me
it is ok….
“vrai” feelings are forever
a big Bang for you!
If an open umbrella
if something is open
it is an umbrella… as you all do and know
i can choose sundry ideas and movements
can i open it? can i break it?
in many, so many pieces
because i had, i have so many options
i choose to break it
to collect the pieces
it is more cooler for the soul and fun!
i bet tha this moment i can win
from all of you…
they are coloured, a miscellaneous of shapes
i can understand all of it
so easy to keep when falling over me
but not to forever, i know
but it is good…
i am used to it
it fills me anyway, for seconds or milleseconds
i prefer to dash it into a little fractions
as into peaces they are
but i can achieve the pain
the before pain….
it is like a commons rain
any color, any predictable movement
i denied
the touch, the invisible is raining over
powerfull
i destroy the umbrella and firmly believe
I do not have other way
as addicted i am
pursuiting the rain
Do i have one chance?
such beautiful caos!
UBER
UP,
of the street level
searching around for my Uber
i ,barely, couldn’t see with my blurred eyes
hundreds of lost hand and …
I tough: I am totally drunk!
Unfortunately!
but it is not the time
to easily sight
what is unreal over my eyes
i was down , but they….
so easily gliding over the snow
falling gradually
that i thought it was because
the empty spaces they had created
between them
It is proper for empty hands and empty hearts
both
those who are falling, those are ready to fall off
they could see
they are not alone
but welcome
Who is beyond ,
hand in hand
under the buildings or the cities
they still have the hope
that you will fall too
Well !
I took my Uber, quickly
saving my poetheart!
because i am not so fearless
and i swore I am never drinking again!
Do you remember me?
Well, well
it seems i am back
about two years,
Dead
again, stumbling into words
because it should be The touch but comes out The man
as if they were even
in weight and value
No, no
it depends of the hunger
Yes, yes
i am really back…
Dead diminish spaces
but not desire
I dropped….
because i’ve lost my glasses
and i saw a tiny letters
a name … signed with a huge feeling
I feel myself strange
divided
that was you but but i was not expected for you
rude… am i?
blind, i am, be sure of that
stumbling into drinks and papers
it was not a time for surprises
surprise me when i am awake
when i can be polite as always
when i know that can be you
and, finally, when i find my glasses
The Thief of Souls, The Autumn Man
They are in my poor notes. Words without nexus, written in several moments and in thousand notebooks that sometimes I find the motive to poetize.
Words like green and soul and phrases like: Lonely friends to a lonely friend ….That Makes me write.
I have no more inspiration! I need a single touche who drives me crazy where I can draw a poetic verse!
It was wasted!
I was wasted!
I do not even know if I hate the one who drained my restlessness and recklessness in being …
Being who I am!
Which, incidentally, is not at all interesting but only a relief.
I know that I spend days in solitude.
The face, folded into books and sheets and an tremendously aversion to the common.
With each passing day makes me to be more alike a poet!
People escape me and I thank them in silence.
An eternal and grateful reverence for his absence.!
The ideas disappear inside a chest , full of memories and I grow in rage …. So much the autumn man taken from me but on the other hand I was given so much that we are even. But the anger still grows. Increases, foams inside the chalice.
A cold touch!
My biggest secret is to fear the thief of souls and he should never know!
It is perfect to fear who else looks like dry branches … And will fall….
I do not see anything on him.
The convenient, the polite, the polished movement of dry lips accompanied by a empty soul. And so imperfectly. He touched my soul with her cold, icy hands. He marked me!
I have a mountain here. Immense and beautiful. I got lost there and found me there.
Cursed be you!
Let the green fills my soul, the airt to purify my blood and the cold to freeze me.
Ishould return by the sun’s ray and
touchs by people, with affection and that should bring me to life.
I would like to dissemble!
The price would be too high!
I would like to write happily things instead you have to read the defrosting process of a imprisoned soul .! A inner struggle for freedom and a history. But, by chance, i always have a good delivery to my soul! Always!
I survided!
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They GO for a walk
The keepers of secrets have memories to imprison
such is their sad condition
Such it is the obligation of the sun , to be pale and weak, fanting behind the clouds
for the Ghosts…. When the Ghosts …
They have to get a ride
droplets are falling , a little bit careful…. A tribute
for them … because they are going for a walk
They are going to breath
and I….
I am here …. trying desperately to close the door and my only window
but the wind…. Ha!!! He had to appear….. Throw me violently to the ground and they came , dancing in my eyes
A whisper
A trembling voice to a devastated body
Listen up
Such is my sad condition
when they go to a walk …
When the prision is not enough
