mercoledì 28 maggio 2014

You know it. The night alive, the day I only have eyes open

I don't know what I'd give just to see you again. But only you revise,
others don't care.
An You at a time is what it's worth more than the other, at times only.
You know that I'd live to this day with you to go away,
because it's the night that Sings to the Poets.
Woman know this, I've to live the night. The day only eyes open.
But today, I don't know what I'd give just to see you again.

lunedì 26 maggio 2014

Instead of sleeping, poised, and among the many false Gods

Imagine that I have a nice car, a fifteen kilograms less.
Imagine that I'm a political or cultural importance.
None of all those who knew me before I have a nice car, a dozen,
a dozen, but even five kilograms less; none of all those who knew
me before I have all this, would rise on my nice car, with me and
my fifteen, ten, or five kilograms less, to an important place where
I am politically or culturally important.
It 's true, in life there's always time to make better choices, but if a
person is Best, you feel inside, it Breathes.
It feels and breathes only when you've it in front, eye to eye.
And if today, where the Virtual exceeds the Real, we can create for
ourselves a strangely perceptive picture of who's on the other side
of the virtual, it's true that more and, then, seeing is Believing, and
believing is confirmation of Being.
Don't forget, however, that we're talking about Imagine that I have.

Poised between many and false Gods.

sabato 24 maggio 2014

giovedì 15 maggio 2014

Hands away from your eyes softened

Lose.
Only lose, always lose.
The Distant and Nearby, Destinations.
Feeling oppressed by the Other
because it is forbidden to complain
oppression of others.
A torment with the beginning and
never end.

mercoledì 7 maggio 2014

Instinctivity

..as always She
She's in the air
air you are,
you like air into a vein are
and you kill me.