Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Always in me






So unbelievable moments have starred my path.

My endless story starts with you,

Sparkled in glam, preciousness and glittering spills of magnificent liquid emotions,

All become so natural,

Flows through the spikes of dirtiness and triviality

Let’s slip away together in a soapy way,

In a smart dumbness.

Not eager to know

What about we are unaware

Simply giving ourselves to the rest of the world or,

 more importantly, to ourselves…

We don’t need to break anything.

If you look to make a crack out, you’ll never find it!

What do you mean for love?

Freedom or lightness?

Simplicity or selectivity?

For me all these.

Get together once forever…

I don’t need anything else for sinking deeply in what I look everyday

And  doesn’t exist anyone else I’d want to stay with…

I could be complete by the strength of my imagination

or a picture of you, pinned on the wall, always besides me,

bringing you in all my works, my books, my pictures, my dreams,

our music, art, poetry,

even virtual dimensions, stuck in the middle between fiction and reality,

lulling between dreams and facts,

in the searches about societal affairs,

seeking truths, unveiling scandals, helping to find solutions

in an attempt to build a better world for all and sheding lights on it…

but all I miss is your fire,

The only one I want…

No distinctions anymore, by now, between nights and days,

Time has been deleted,

Along with moon, sun, stars…

We just are two alone entities…

You, my sweetest and great first love, have been the only one for me.

I’m wondering why I look for more than this.

Queer ephemerous laws of attractions…

I’m already lucky for that!

Plenty of people who’ve never known what it means indeed

and maybe will never met it.

I wouldn’t have to lose that great perfection, the highest I had,

Let’s keep on climbing the tide.

Your body is in mine,

Let’s feel at unison all the love of the universe,

In a single infinite breath, in a special atoll,

Surrounded by gorgeousness and uncontaminated nature,

Smelling perfumes,

Plunging in all the brightness life can give,

One on each other,

We have the same sound.

Your big eyes pierce mines,

Darkness is in me

and everything’s right.

Just now I feel good and there’s anything else around me…

Classy wild our moods and ways of being

Let’s step together the star-way of a glorious, wondering and staggering eclipse,

Crumbled in suffering and wondered by marvels and beauty.

Would you skip in it with me?

Not worthy burning in obnubilating ashes,

Much  more fulfilling entirely in love.

We don’t like stones nor dogs…

At least I’ve had too much of this clumsy and fuzzy stuff.

Like the naīvest, flowery and gipsy hippies

 we’ve always believed in free love,

always faithful to our reciprocal feelings.

No reasons to be jealous

About other stories or orgasms could normally happen.

We would end up buried in a box.

All my wish is to get a chance of lingering with you,

Hand in hand,

 side by side,

 sweeping way our tiredness,

Detached, in our lunar river bed to dig in it some kind of rest and peace,

retrieving our souls…

We already fuck together…

I don’t want a father of my children,

Not a toddler by long time,

Not even babies at all for myself.

I’d rather prefer to be a kind of cherishing fairy of all world’s kids,

Enchanting them by my grace,

And hotly filling them with the love and comfort I can give to them,

Dressing them of warmth and softness.

I wanna stay pure as in those days.

I’d do like looking further or beyond anymore,

I don’t hide to be scared sometimes about sliding in shallow sadness,

Totally deprived of hope.

Even if I could look inside my freaky soul to find you there, irreplaceable,

You know it’s not the same.

I’m afraid to smash myself deranged.

I could never help loving you,

though broken out because you’re not here

And not being possible to predict if we could meet each other again.

Finding parts of you and our happiness in every “love affairs” I had

Have never completed the puzzle.

No one is you.

Projections, abstractions,

Exaltations and delusions…

Whit regret maybe it will happen again in other chameleonic forms

Or the pieces finally will fit.

I will catch you sun.

From you I come and I go.

        Turn me out.       



     


                                              The Doors - Blue Sunday - YouTube                                                                                     

 

 

Friday, August 20, 2021

"Kindergarters - Burlesque in Canada" - Barnes and Noble editions, 2021




In vendita su Barnes and Noble l'edizione 2021 del mio e-book "Kindergarters - Burlesque in Canada" ($ 18)

On sale on Barnes and Noble the 2021 edition of my e-book "Kindergarters - Burlesque in Canada" ($18)


Sunday, August 1, 2021

Music and beauty



Music and beauty are in the eyes/ears of your mind...mediatic or mediumistic visions? 

keep on filtering?