Monday, 7 September 2009

Sei partita...

...da poche ore e già mi manchi.

Saturday, 11 July 2009

song without melody

The time just put everybody in their places,
but send me far away.
In the other side of the world...
here is nothing I can understand.

And you scape, and I scape to the south to hibernate,
although I want to stay with cold to warm up with your hugs.

And I take off and stick to your pores that don't stop crying.
There's no life. There's no dreams...
today they drown near the shore.

Your footprint get lost with the waves
the world reverses and becomes in an end without begin.

I can't understand why your hands don't let mines
and why your hands fly taken other hands.
that even know you like be touch lightly with the thumb.

The time just put everybody in their places,
but send me far away.
In the other side of the world... in the front of this street,
here is nothing I can understand.

Friday, 3 July 2009

start again

Coming back to the city means to take a step back in the way I was making. The city catchs me and make me love it in such a way that everything I have built to provide my new world is being cracking.

Coming back means to be trapped in the past and staying means to lose a piece of me in each moment. Milano hasn't dusks like Cotillo, not even has dusks. It's full of humanoids who walk fast and make noise everytime. I can't listen that silence that I like so much and with the one that I can say everything. Here is not the soulmate who with time forgets my past that I deny to leave out.

She also can say everything with silence although her mind is turning off.

Monday, 29 June 2009

no title

Have you ever felt that your heart get broken because a lot of things happens near you and you can not retain all of them?

¿No te ha pasado nunca que suceden tantas cosas a tu alrededor que se te rompe el corazón al no poder retenerlas todas?

Monday, 22 June 2009

give me chocolate please!

I don't believe in fairy tales but I keep crying with films about love. Please, that somebody jail those damned people who made them and confuse our minds with impossible stories.

Fortunately, somebody invented yoga to compensate and chocolate to forget.

Più cioccolato per favore!

Wednesday, 17 June 2009


I can smoke till lose the control of physical reality, going through the lungs to arrive into the heart with a well-aimed knock of polluted smoke.
I could even going to the place were dreams mixed with weeds are made. That's why I put sand into my pockets, I don't want to go flying with confused words. All you have to do is blowing some air and the balloon will burst and be thrown through.
I'm not going to die because of cancer today... although some morphine will be great for the soul's damage.

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

meanwhile, I’ll go in airlift

When I was a child, I wanted to be Willy Fog

go around the world in 80 days.

And going in a submarine.

To run around in a bike,

and flying in a hot-air.

Nobody told me I would need a Visa,

and if I tried to cross the limits in hot-air

I’ll be shot.

That in the world we live

it’s impossible to cross the frontiers.

…Meanwhile, I’ll go in airlift…