Oltre la Mia Conoscenza

Against any prominent force of compression,

the full journey of your suave sense,

that tangent and endearing care,

becomes, con amore, col suo amore, the craving of my day.




I used to love to touch the wind...


At times I close my eyes,

but my mind is still open to the imagination of your embrace,

to that embrace that you create,

to the embrace of true beauty,

the embrace that my all longs for,

the embrace of your love.


No slight indication,
no suggestion...


Each day

I love your love.

RED RIBBON

A face full of shine.


The best gift does not come wrapped in a golden case,

it is not temporary, short-run satisfying,

never seeks to explain it all with words,

cannot be found fixed in a station or for one season only.


A mind full of hope.


The best gift is like a spring,
can spring ideas - can spring tears,

cannot contain itself;

the best gift never completes the conclusion,

never ceases to find a new action - it continues to step into a new stage,

it does not reveal when August end...


A heart full of peace and strength.

Mi Amor

They say that I have changed,

but deep I know, all-wide-open, I have gained.



As the river danced, their words became strange,

my wings TO FLY were not given in exchange.



They say I will get lost and soon feel strained,

but as deep can be, I know, in is, the song and light to be engaged.






As the journey advanced, their words, hinged, were out of range,

my love TO GIVE, not until my bones go home, none will estrange.

A Wave of a Newfound

I took some steps...got outside the window.

Yesterday I did not know,

but I picked the farthest home I could find.


I tried for years to whisper to you,

but tomorrow had to become today,

and distance, distant memories...all the pain was what remained.


Why did I have to step on this rock?

How many moons and times under the stars did I live?


Today - I took some steps and got outside the window.


I had not seen blue of a day,

the prints of the clouds, each of its kind.


And now, after having stepped out of the gray,

I find no crop to watch,

or time to clock,

all stupefied.


You are gone.

I have walked far away, out of a wide open window.


I no longer whisper,

My voice is now of a LOVE free.

Partita

I have ears that can wait,

and hands that know no strait.




I have dreams shaped like an eight,

and thoughts that never walk straight.



I have eyes that cannot cease to paint,

and a heart that flies with no restraint.

Walk on the Street

I want to learn how to paint the sky,

why the waves wave,

what a new beginning from an end is,

the system of nourishment of all kinds,

how touch becomes a deep desire,

how lips and fingertips share contact and motion,

when the right time for leaves to fall and grow is,

why crayfish walk backwards,

and





the ways to break paradigms through the universal language.

Yet Shall He Live

Inspired before the beginning

and

shaped by a unique identity;

lived by the most passionate and eternal stream of truth

and

encompassed by a sentence that never ends -

love that creates,
holds,
sustains,
loves

and

sets free.

Love lighted in the sky,

and finding a way -

oceanic thunders,
dance of the leaves,

and

even the longing of my soul
inspired by it.

Because Not

A trying process,

a talk to strangers,

a small catch of stars,

hide & seek nights,

a tongue licking dirt,

the hardest sunset to contemplate,

and the terminal of they,

at the eyes of the thinker looks
like a kiss to a kiss
like an embrace of an embrace.


From far away,

slowly coming too closely,

the paint of life

in a step of details

is interpreted through a kiss of an enemy,

through an embrace of a cold-blooded he.

Overlies

When I look up you say let's fly,


At dark, you express with your eyes,
and I express with mine,


When it gets cold I come to know your skies -
I find a source of inspiration at full shine.


When I look at the side you say let's try.