~ Elastic Gleam ~
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Blue Milano
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Intangible connection
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Humble Heroes
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Velocity Vector
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Motionless Pressure
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“Chaotic Structure”
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Time Capsule
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Long summer nights, thrown against the walls of time
Salty of sea breeze and tears
Wrapped up in waves of foamy water, under a red moon
Lazy Burraco afternoons, waiting for a new sunset
Slow conversations sticking on sugary tables of limoncello
Yellow patches dried up like sunny circles of regrets
Glorious mornings of awakenings, inside espresso cups
Smiles like “it’s always Sunday tomorrow”
Sparkles of light from jewellery and squashed cans
Glitters of momentary glitches in the system of life
Collapsing in wet castles of sand and tellina shells
Ferragosto of endless lunches and new friends
Hearts beating against notes, sung at the top of our lungs
Landing on pieces of glass and soul fragments
My mother’s eyes twin lakes of love, smiling reflections of forever
Holding my father’s hand in timeless promenades
I still see them, infinite tenderness of silent words
Everlasting
You were not here yet, wrapped up in the dream of tomorrow
Sculptured in marble memories
Encapsulated axes of a cylinder with curvilinear memories
Meeting at the origin of all those dreams, all those times,
When I was waiting for you!
Absolute Gravity
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Standing above these clouds of thoughts
moving with the Earth around the Sun,
in this orbit of infinite circles,
trying to loose orientation,
easily
everything brings me back to you.
Fragile distance, timeless space.
Attempting retrograde motion, opposite directions
Closing up “reference frames” and memories
still or always in motion,
naturally,
you bring me back to you.
Constant inclination, endless rotation.
Trying to hide, perfectly aligned like a full moon
in a crispy night of total eclipse,
jumping in dark craters of distractions,
inevitably,
everything brings me back to you…
Fragile distance, timeless space.
Drawing opposite trajectories
running towards angles of obliquity
confused and lost
clearly
you bring me back to you…
Constant inclination, endless rotation.
Fragile distance, timeless space
Breaths of continuity
Constant waves of opportunities
Spiritual Promenades
Fast Motions
Somewhere between sun and sky
Somewhere between moon and stars
At the edge of eternity.
Somewhere between now and never
Somewhere between dreams and forever.
Colours
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Colours
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My name is love,
my colour is red.
Vivid drops of ruby
poured over your skin,
showers of ink and paint
dominated by shadows,
in the light of antic flames
burning your heart!
My name is pain,
my colour is orange.
Veins of flowing fluid
deep slopes of sharpness,
in the cavities of time
pressing against your organs,
extracting bitter tears
contracting your heart.
My name is hope,
my colour is yellow.
Wires of metallic nets
needles of faith,
spread around you
thin rays of thunder,
conducting electricity
empowering your mind.
My name is strength,
my colour is power!
Shades of acceptance,
nuances of fight
depth of belief,
brushes of inspiration
dipped in beauty,
painting the canvas of life!
Faith
Faith
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Layers of tainted skin
like gathered fabric
pleated by time into ruffles of sin
Where guilt slowly infiltrates
subtle, sharp needles
sewing yarn of sorrow and regrets.
Fragile conscience,
blind to the spiritual nature of forgiveness,
The Holy gift of departing memories from pain.
Looking for the light of divine power
holding on to the belief that beyond life,
on the other side of these walls of time,
over the bridge of death,
under these dark tunnels of despair,
through the maze of convictions,
eternal flames of Faith,
burn vivid and strong,
showing us the road to Salvation.
In an ethereal journey back to Life
we walk the streets of redemption,
Where we talk without words,
we see the invisible,
we breath Eternity,
In the screaming light of Resurrection.
