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It’s been a while since dreams… I see myself with a pencil in my hand, while white sheets are laying in front of my eyes… Yet every time I end up throwing everything in a humiliating rage! Blank! It’s been a while! Maybe I exaggerated holding your hand in that bright afternoon, while walking in the park Maybe……

long

It’s been so long since we’ve been able to talk; So long that I wonder yet again what you see in front of you I even realized that I was aiming  too high and that the perfume from your hands, now laying on mine, its almost like a bless – such a small gift for a…

steal

l know I’ve told you that for this next poem l’m waiting for the right music; Well… I haven’t found it. It seems l am unable To feel other music than the one you Somehow manage to feed me No matter how far you are… l wonder… If I’ll try to steall from you This precious…

I’m going back to the stars…

So! I think it’s time I quit talking babbles; even though I’m pretty sure that every word I’m saying is like an open book to you; like you are to me when I’m around you It’s time I put this in the words of a man; not a lover not a story teller; not a…

ice

He dreamt he rose her in his arms Sorounded by the blossom trees Her eyes were raining happiness And she was gazing so in love… He dreamt the passion of a kiss A moment longer than Forever yet this was all a dream of wine And none of this would be…

Do you think of me?

you give me a quiet mind and I… I… Do you think of me? I kissed her on the cheek today And she smiled; I feel like a child! My heart gives me chills; I have butterflies – there’s a light at the end of the dark and it’s the smell of her skin

complete

There’s nothing more complete than the scent of her hair or the taste of her lips while gazing into her green deep eyes… nothing more complete than almost touching her skin – almost afraid that this connection might turn the universe to chaos – eventually succumbing it in darkness… He never kissed her – maybe he…

chills

With every page I read, the chills are turning back Stronger and stronger, like every little word Is yet another key, another door, another stack; new wonders  to discover, new wanderings to sort It feels so peaceful in this pages; the stories of a boy and a girl yet to discover the paths of the light…

Your world

I’ve never been to your world – the pages I have; they’re so few… Would be a bless to learn of Your blossom in this rose’s garden Though time there is, I start to wonder; descending near you – leaving my endless world of nonsense… Would ever help in growing a new path

with

If I could only show you how fascinating roses are when looking to your eyes there is no shape of clay I’m but an ordinary being not knowing truly what to say Yet knowing what he wishes for there’s nothing but a dream to share

the key

I wish I had the key to every opening! I wish the stars would reach to me for every need! The sand would then become my slave Build castles in the blistering wind, raise mountains from the troubled sea and slowly reach the dreams within and slowly earn … and than would you be safe?…

A thief I am… I should be

To meet again; to feel the bare scent of her skin I’d beg today – even pretend to close my lips to … I pray there be a day when I will feast and feel the shivering taste; her wondrous neck… I dream to barely touch; to steal… A thief I am… I should be; so call me thief…

darkness

I dear to dream, yet I’m the nightmare pouring darkness into your little spark of light… So many pages written blind… or torn apart So many hidden rows; so many chapters locked! You’re right! So… right…

Do you really know?

I’m nothing but the watcher bid to see; never to touch! I’m nothing but the child never to live nor tell his tales! Not yet his time! NOT yet his time… NOT YET the time… There is no world where I could hide the gaze of green! There is no world where I could hide……

Shell of a moment!

So we talk! Words after words flowing to the mid of night… under the watch of the bitter of the Moon I’m like an open book, until, each time, we get to wonder the past; And once again I gaze into the green… Wish we could remain in the mid of the night, shell of…

What do you dream?

Still, the wine has an end. And the green dress remains only a dream – one of the many; The roses at your neck have the shape of a black orchid So afraid I will not be able to tell you; afraid I will never see the red moons, afraid I will never gaze into…

My last …

Having another look; my last! The sky in your eyes… the ginger hair and the body so thin; You’ll never know how close the edge … You’re changing! everyhing changes again; your eyes, the hair, the body al over again, and again… so many shadows; as many as the dreams! So peaceful; it’s the quiet…

The nightmares…

The nightmares are back! The ones of forever changing shadows; they’re calling me back to the sheets of lust… The table of silence is back! The only words, though, are the mute sounds of my lonely howls! You’re nothing but a ghost!  The demon that I cannot hate; Yet I will never love again. You…

The little roses

Watching you sip from the red wine startles my heart I do not know if our silence or our inner gaze, or if our long talks, our game of words born from  the need to tease, do startle me as if I am a bare child waiting for a gift! I wonder whether one of us does care about…

So peaceful near you

So peaceful near you, holding your red wine glass; sitting so close to the edge of this eighteen floor balcony… More peaceful than my secret inner gardens, or the bossom of the wildest forest; where I can always become the freedom craving beast or the hunter forever in love with his pray.. More peaceful than…