My Poems

Little red house

take me back to the mountain
where is living the peace
and the cycle is real
the sound of the summer
and the silence of the winter

take me back to the mountain
in the little red house
lightened by the fire
in harmony with the earth
passing my time as a human been

there the water still good
and the plants are growing well
take me back to that life
there where my life was life
and the animals are still free
take me back to the mountain

away from all is called civilisation
away from this that I never liked
take me back in the little red house
where the love was true
and I was happy





Like a daisy in the cement...

Wednesday, 25 November 2009 at 19:08

it can be so difficult see the light sometimes
when you find yourself so down
when you don t see the sun
when all around is dark
but life goes on
as a little and fragile daisy can come out from the cement
you can
the unnatural living that surround us make us believe the sun does not exist
but the little and fragile daisy can teach that life go on
and the light is there..
Just need to believe it and we all have the all sky kissing us!








pain is true.. love is a dream

Tuesday, 24 November 2009 at 22:53

can u feel it?
can u understand it?
can u?
i can see it and touch it
i have make it my friend
pain is true .. love is a dream
too painful to be true





2 of me

Monday, 16 November 2009 at 17:30

2 faces and 1000 emotions...
the body is disconnected... the mind is full
fresh air is what I find away... moving constantly...
the cage I have made is invisible but exist...
I find hard feel free... free from confusion...
my body is hurting...
my heart is jumping out...
i can ear it in my ears...
signs on my face are coming more visibles
the time is running faster than me..
I find the pleasant situation that make me feel insecure because I am not use to it...
i find divided in 2
confusion...
illusion...
just 2???
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che cazzo e'???
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Friday, 25 September 2009 at 17:24 | Edit note | Delete
nn so che succede
ma ascolto il cuore
e il cuore mi dice che ci sta qualcosa che nn va
ascolto anche la mente che mi dice di calmare il cuore
poi mi ascolto alle cazzate che penso
poi ascolto le tue di cazzate
che ascolti le sue!!
spiegami!
illuminami di immenso
e tira fuori le palle e le verita'
io nn sono una strega,
ma sono una donna e le sento le differenze
e sinceramente nn mi va di sentire un cazzo mo!!!
quindi apriti cielo e dimmi che cazzo e'?



genova

Wednesday, 26 August 2009 at 13:34

nn ti conoscevo,
puzzavi di piscio e immondizia
l odore del pesce e delle panetterie ricche di fugaza..
i topi che mi accompagnavano la notte
mentre perdendomi nelle tue viscere
tornavo a casa ubriaca la sera
e mi sono innamorata
mi sono innamorata a dormire sui gradini dei tuoi vecchi portoni
a far nascere l amore sui tetti
arricchendo il mare con le mie salate lacrime
magica
quando tutto e' cambiato nel mio maggio del 2001
e quando tutto cambio' il successivo luglio.
aspettando un treno che nn mi decidevo mai di prendere
genova bella compagna
compagna di strada e romantici fannulloni
di una costante musica di de andre'
mi fa conoscere meglio i tuoi sapori.
ti ho amata come un folle
ti amo ancora
cosi nasce questa dedica alla mia citta magica..




today random


Saturday, 01 August 2009 at 18:21

there is someone on a pc writing shit
someone loosing 4900£ on horses
someone selling deaths to homeless in all towns
someone is borning now
someone is closing his eyes for ever
someone is cry and smile in the same time
someone is fighting against his monkey
someone is feeding the monkey
someone is in love but not have a lover
someone have a lots of lovers but have not love
someone loves and hate do it
someone is me and you
someone is telling u why that s so
there is me and i and she and he and all of them and he and all of us here in this game
there is a why and a because
questions and answers without answer
tell me a number and i ll lose on it!!!
someone is
someone is not
random
today is random...



to you jack


Saturday, 01 August 2009 at 19:02

a te che sei bastardo come me
a te che mia vista piangere singhiozzando
e poi mi hai rincuorata nelle tue calde braccia
a te che hai condiviso tutte le miserie e le grandezze di questa miserabile esistenza
a te che sei come me e fai parte di me
a te che sai tutto
ogni mio piu' piccolo segreto
ogni menzogna detta a me stessa e agli altri
a te che sei sempre al mio fianco anke se lontano
vivendo tutti i granelli di questa clessidra chiamata vita
a te che pur lontano sei qui
sempre presente sempre al mio fianco
a te che mi continui a far sorridere e qualche volta mi fai piangere
a te che mi hai dato il tuo amore senza voler nulla in cambio
a te che mi hai vista nuda nella mia nudita'
a te che mi conosci per la realta di cio che sono
a te che mi hai visto suicidarmi e tornare a galla
a te che nn sai quanto importante sei
a te che mi fai arrabbiare perche hai ragione
a te che mi hai vista piccola quando volevo fare la grande
a te che nn hai mai detto no alle mie richieste
a te che sei essenza di me
il mio piu' fidato compagno
a te che sei te e mi lasci essere me
a te jack.
grazie



little red circle

Saturday, 01 August 2009 at 18:01

solid sea
i am christ walking on it
solid sky
i can climb it
matrix
the wizard it s gone to sleep for a while
understanding the criminality of life
try to change in what it s what?
the wizard lost his job
i am painting and the brush is felt down
making a little red circle on the floor
the value of little sings
i am in my words without sense..
i am not real
just a mountain to discover, too high..
the pick it s an illusion.. there is not arrive
only a long walk and i am lazy now..
but i funded my stick and my light...
and warm body that make my nights not so cold
and my way less difficult, sometimes
recovering from the purgatory..
the hell was nice time..
the haven it s probably boring and i don t know if it can be enough for me..
that s why i am going so slowly?!
there is a little river where i look at myself in the reflection and i reflect
about the little red circle on the floor





today is past..

Saturday, 01 August 2009 at 17:37

strange days...surprise of living a life that still surprise me ... happiness and sadness.. i am still alive but sleeping.. forgetting why we are here.. i am now somewhere but don t know about tomorrow. somewhere else.. i ll be someone else.. life is coming back to me and i run away.. the perfect world is a lie and i don t know why we still think is possible..
looking the past and don t understand why..the future is a trap..the present is now and here, but it s already gone.
i smile of myself..today i know i have a big thing inside that it s for the outside world not for me..but i don t know how i can give it away
love and shit is the same..can be painful and beautiful..
can make me fly and follow down..
today i am in love.. but it s past now.
today i die again.. but it s past now.
fire can protect me burning me..
i am not human , a cold robot.
what i want it s not outside..
but it s lost inside..
i lost the map.
but still a light keeping me look ahead..
bullshits...



4 - 01 -2009

Wednesday, 06 May 2009 at 16:24

I DON T WANT
TO FIND
THE RIGHT SENTANCE
OR THE BEST RITHME
TO SHARE WITH YOU
THE DEEPEST EMOTIONS
FINDING MYSELF
APPARENTLY LOST
IN A CHAOTIC LABYRINTH
I MET YOU.


i love us free

Saturday, 18 April 2009 at 16:46

i want to be mine
but being yours
i want to feel free
but i have you in my soul
i want to love you
without rules
i want you to be inside
without stay too close
i want what is most difficult
a free love filled with passion and smiles
complicity
a friend that know how to make me come
how to make me laught
how to make me reflect
i want to give you back all this
without feel that i must
i want you and i
i want that you keep yourself as you are
as long as we can sharing those emotions together



I AM


Wednesday, 15 April 2009 at 19:29

I AM MADE BY LOVE
IN A WORLD OF SADNESS
TO LOVE YOU
I AM MADE BY LIGHT
WHERE YOU CAN SEE ONLY DARKNESS
TO SHOW YOU THE WAY TO THE PRESENT
I AM A HUMAN
IN A WORLD OF ROBOTS
I AM A WARRIOR
TO SURVIVE TO ALL IS FAKE
I AM
NOW
I AM
HERE
I AM
ME AND NOTHING




arrampicata come l edera
una casa cadente
ne reggo le mura...





My suitcase

Wednesday, 11 March 2009 at 21:11

I follow my illusions
the love is in a suitcase
travelling in a Occitan dance
where is my way I don t know yet
I remember the taste of all lips have kissed me
smiling everyday
crying sometimes
I feel the reality around me sad
all people are free but they don t know
I ll find my eyes full of tears looking at your picture one day
my heart is too hot now
i dont want to burn
be going through a diamond man
i ll sing again
i follow my illusions
sometimes dreams are reality for me
to get the power to take my suitcase again
please stop me
i want to travel in your world now
i let you in mine
do you understand it?
but maybe my suitcase it s not for you anymore
the caravan is starting soon
and all my illusions are there where the love is in every eyes
and in every night i dance close to the fire...



Gypsy poem

Wednesday, 11 March 2009 at 21:02

this is a gypsy ballade
it s out of tune as me
this is a gypsy ballade it s cursed as me
how many people on my way
how many men have loved me
how many of them have lost me
this is a gypsy ballade
it s out of tune as me
this is a gypsy ballade
it s cursed as me
how many places
how many eyes
how many loves
how many tears
how many i ll lose again
this is a gypsy ballade and i ll go away soon
this is a gypsy poem
i can t stop for you



feelings of craziness..

Monday, 09 February 2009 at 16:15

feeling hot and cold
scared of my good soul
too open to be understand by all
compromise of peace
feeling of disillusion
opening my heart and my mind too much
closing the trust..
it can be only make in one second
have took so long to be me
but sometimes as i love i hate myself..
feeling innocence
feeling incapable to be hungry
sometimes i feel used
happy to make happy
colourful life
sometimes only black or white
today i feel scared


un cerchio quadrato

Tuesday, 13 January 2009 at 02:59

cercando soluzioni all idea di essere in un cerchio quadrato
mi perdo nella geometria della vita
che poi geometrica dovrebbe essere
ma nn lo e' per me

salto nel mio cerchio quadrato
provando a farlo rotolare
provando a farne un monociclo
misurandone il suo raggio



l alito delle emozioni

Wednesday, 07 January 2009 at 11:27

travolgendomi nel vortice squilibrato di sapori e dei greci
sento la brezza anche nel piu' torrido giorno estivo
voltandomi solo per ricordare guardo avanti in futuristici paesaggi di piombo e mercurio
inventandomi un altra identita'
ubriacandomi di sensuali piaceri
scorgo una calda candela nel mezzo della neve
rotolandomi in una storia di paurosi umori
amando inevitabilmente
sento la pelle d oca a un alito di emozioni.



caldo ghiacciato inverno di cannella

Wednesday, 07 January 2009 at 10:47

spicy taste of skins
driving sensitively
sleeping
feeling dizzy
warm and icy winter of cinnamon
taste of warm bodies
wine and oranges
awaking in a chaos of perfumes
looking a window and an angel
dancing in a goldish and pink sky
colourful sunsets
spicy nights
foolish chilly heart bit
sweet dreams becoming touchable
and mind become lost
falling in a sweet warm tea
the adventure of life
the decisions
turning in love
like a radio
syntonizing elements of emotions
no prescriptions
not any ideas of what
just feelings
of a warm and icy winter of cinnamon




Monday, 05 January 2009 at 20:37

I don t wonna listen this shit
I don t wonna listen to you, love
I don t wonna listen what is going on

turn the radio on
turn the radio on
shout your mouth, love

I have something big
I have a psycho in my home
I don t wonna listen to you,love

turn the radio on
turn the radio on
just shout your mouth, love



Can you tell me..

Friday, 26 December 2008 at 14:41

Can you tell me the price of happiness?
Can you tell me the price of Christmas?
Can you tell me your price?
I still don t understand what is going wrong
I still feel surprise for what is going on
disappointment
which is your price?
Which is this price?
Why are prices for everything?
Life can be so easy...
why you add a tax on the genuine price of the emotions...


WARM SKIN

Monday, 22 December 2008 at 20:21

KEEPING THE SUN IN MY HAIR
SHINING
FEEL MY SKIN WARM
FOR LOVE AND SEX
STILL
AGAIN IN THE PARFUMES 'S TUNNEL
FEELING JUST WARM AND FULL
THE HANDS ARE TOUCHING ME IN A MEPHISTOPHELIC WAY..
I FEEL FIRE COME OVER
I FEEL MY SKIN IS WARM NOW!


caduta

Friday, 19 December 2008 at 01:36

senza decidere e sapere
danzando si fece cadere
e tocco cosi terra
travolgendosi nelle piu sconfinate fantasie
conobbe l amarezza della caduta



Losing warriors (to all my friends are died and are lost)

Friday, 19 December 2008 at 01:26

we are who cry for who don t
we are who love for who don t
we are who fight for who don t
we are who die for who don t
we are who live for who don t

losing warriors in this way called life,
losing them and see them loosing themselves
keeping fight smiling
keeping feel in the heart who we are

losing warriors it s always sad
but I am still prouder to be this and not that


chi sei

Wednesday, 17 December 2008 at 00:10

chi sei
cosa vuoi
credi di essere chi sei
ma non lo sapremo mai

chi sei
un uomo
una donna
un bastardo
un compagno di viaggio trovato per strada
un bambino che nn vuole piangere
un fiore che si sta lasciando appassire

chi sei
un emozione che passera', tornera' e scomparira'
un alito di vento mosso dalle correnti di oceani lontani

chi sei
gioia
tristezza
disperazione
ribellione

chi sei
cosa vuoi
credi di essere chi sei
ma non lo sapremo mai
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Gipsy witch pirate girl

Tuesday, 16 December 2008 at 23:30

caravan is a home
woods my garden
sea is my swimming pool

finding my family around
all so different but the same
all alone and together

crusading myself to this life
I feel seek if I stop
I all die that day

using magic
and leaving magic
don’t using it for me

I give a smile to all
I give a hug to who cry
kissing the air

I can kill for love
fighting for freedom
living for passion

finding fantastic and hallucinating
be a gipsy witch pirate.


Happen to me

Tuesday, 16 December 2008 at 23:23

find the way out of the street
it looks difficult
chaos
it s life, mine
it s a smile of a girl is running
it s the kiss of a guy is not mine
it s love
happen to me
to get wings
fly end fell down
the wind it s sending my words to who is in my blood
the light comes and goes
as an Indian village
happen to me to know
myself
what I want
to know
I accept smiling
refreshing my face with salty tears..
Happen to me
speaking with the eyes
dancing in the fire
I am happy to be free
to love
and live what is happening to me.


senza titolo

Thursday, 11 December 2008 at 19:51

Nel bianco e nero di una coperta zebrata
Mi sveglio decisa a sorridere ad questo gioco di colori
La puzza di fumo si fa intollerante quando non riesci piu a fare niente
Sento la mia pelle morbida lascirsi toccare
Sento il mio cervello bruciare
Senza nessuna menzogna mi tradisco da sola
Senza nessun rimorso mordo le lenzuola
Trono sudata sconvolta e sorridente nella mia coperta zebrata
La musica nn smette di suonare nella mente
Le candele si spengono lentamente
Accennando un altro odore morente