Medieval Love

I think it’s time to write

I think speak directly interfere in something more sublime.

Our silence. Our medieval melodic line.

Unhurried!
We need to respect
The  pause … between our breaths.
Restoring the hearts to normal beats.
When possible! If possible!
So when we do not talk , when in silence and in solitude is allowed to us

an intense feeling….
inside the restlessness and the remembrance
ours minds flow loose.

All is revive! Sudenly!

And how we are simple, and naive, Love silently weaves its dominion over us.

But we do not know it.

We are concerned to hold tied the strong beats
and avoiding to listen the melodic sound
and avoiding to fell that little pain, that charm that have remained for so long.

Listen carrefully!

Those who fall in love, usually need to apologize for the long silence that is established between them. But the silence and solitude ennobles us . It is the pause and the slow pace that precede a high feeling.

If love can be in that way. Innocent and simple. I think we love each other!Picou,_Henri_Pierre_-_Romeo_and_Juliet

One Noisy Poem to a painful heart

i slammed the door

fleeting for them

cleck cleck cleck

{{{bam}}} {{{ bam}}}}
one click…. a- Ha…

I sat on my delicious chair

tinny sounds

ding ding ding

to every move

i closed the book

buff….so soft…

And

The crowd runs to me again

vrummmmmmmmm
knocking knocking
toc toc toc…bum

I shouted
“Not Now”

my head aches

ouch!

what is that sound?
not a sound but a rhythm
a trumpet, a trumpet on my mind
ratata…ratata….the poet is angry

Oh My God… that hurts….

everything hurts

deep in the poet’s heart

Now I am angry

losing my temper

and start to speak with myself
bla bla bla bla bla
walking as a crazy
clack clack…clacking

thinking…..having great ideas

@#$#%%¨

i NEED SOME SILENT
I SHOUTED….please!!!!

just so i know
some moments in my life

when in pain….

they are a onomatopoeia

Alone!!!!

longinghe sit behind those windows
as a right ~minimal~

thinking Alone ~ exhausted~
gleaming as a solid  carved figure
so real ~so heavy ~
A silent message from a silhouette
intense and living

steps disturbing  his thought
far away….but coming

breaking  away the not shared  thoughts

~to search for  ~ a little of love~
a tactile hand paused on his head
fingers entwining the hair
a cozy breath a warm touch
a tender kiss on his back
Surprise…seconds
another deep breath
fall apart  ~ the guaranteed silence~

he stands up ~knowing~

Economic Feelings
to the life