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?


     


Friday, July 30, 2021

Lusty precious chalice




It's night

I release all the frictions of the stress and the adrenaline from my body,

I unleash the tiredness...

while you surprise me licking slowly

the dew flowing from my dionysiac chalice

preciously inlayed of gems...  

I'm already come

'cause you're the greatest source of my pleasure...

after having waited for you

and this astonishing and shivery moment,

satisfying your utmost sweet, warm and wild craving desires

tightly enclosed in a soft muffled embrace

projecting you in the stardom of ecstasy

making you plunge in the tantalizing nectar of the fertile abundance of my sexual needs of you...


I'm an angel with a cunt on fire...


Immortal evanescence... 


https://youtu.be/5anLPw0Efmo

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

The voyage - Il viaggio

  

  



                                                                       The voyage


Everything has an alpha and omega

Cycling over and over again

In an ever ending loop

That never stops.

I fly away

Leaving all behind me

Taking care not to leave traces in this golden sand

Feet of numb

To start another voyage,

To dream another dream,

To reconnect me to the other faces of reality.

Open your heart,

Lose yourself in the mystery of the night,

Unchain in pureness the power of your soul

Under the moonshine.

Slip in your unconsciousness.

Leaving to not return is not like going away.

Voyaging means never arriving

though you could never come back so far as from yourself.

     The destiny of the voyager is sailing the unknown

      While the others stay still on the coast.

    
      Il viaggio

 

Ogni cosa ha un’alfa e un’omega

Che scorre ciclicamente

In un loop infinito

Che non si arresta mai.

Volo via

Lasciando tutto dietro di me

Facendo attenzione a non lasciare le mie impronte su questa sabbia dorata,

piedi di nuvola,

per iniziare un altro viaggio,

sognare un altro sogno,

riconnettermi alle altre facce della realtà.

Apri il tuo cuore.

Perditi nel mistero della notte.

Togli in purezza le catene al potere della tua anima

Sotto il bagliore lunare.

Scivola nella tua incoscienza.

Partire per non tornare non è come andar via.

Viaggiare significa non arrivare mai

Benchè non potrai mai ritornare da più lontano che da te stesso.

Il destino del viaggiatore è navigare l’ignoto

Mentre gli altri restano ancora a riva.

    

Sunday, July 18, 2021

World scratches



Maybe coming out my International Affairs blog: "World scratches" - Updates, analyses and simple reflections on International Law, Human Rights and Global Affairs.


Monday, July 12, 2021

Dreams pusher - Spacciatore di sogni


 

Dreams pusher

 

Dreams pusher

Higher than me

That star a heart of cobalt

as the sea that, audacious, we plough across,

in the gloomy days

as in those blinding of sunshine,

as pilgrims,

as gypsies…

Foreigners everywhere…anywhere…

citizens of ourselves

belonging just to the universal language

of an overclass emotion,

glue of the byzantine mosaic of the diversities,

that widely divaricates the infinite spaces of the imagination.

Sensitivities elected

to cross the walls of conformism,

guides in cruising

from the narrow logic of the contingency

to the impalpable ways of the heart.

 


Spacciatore di sogni

 

Spacciatore di sogni

Più alti di me

Che costellano un cuore di cobalto

Come un mare che, audaci, solchiamo,

Nei giorni più foschi

Come quelli accecanti di sole,

Come peregrini,

Come gitani…

Stranieri in ogni e nessun luogo

Cittadini di noi stessi

Appartenendo solo all’universale linguaggio

Di una ricercata emozione,

Collante di un bizantino mosaico delle diversità,

Divaricatrice degli infiniti spazi dell’immaginazione.

Sensibilità elette

Per travalicare i muri del conformismo

Guide nel traghettamento

Dalle ristrette logiche del contingente

Verso le impalpabili vie del cuore.