Litany -the very last call

I talked to God through the stoned cold
And he listened to my prayer somewhere between
The dawns and the first ray of the sun
When the orphaned shadows still float in the air
Time has mixed the departure with the arrival
Leaned on the nude sadness on the edge of the impenetrable tomb
Morning is still the most beautiful part of the day
If you wake up next to a candle , a cup of coffee
And the icons have fallen from your chest

We're here and there in a generalized confusion
And don't know if the touch is love or hate
Black or white ,if we climb or descend ,if the rock is a friend or a burden
We live both as a tornado and a vertigo
The sky is painting colors when all dead go to sleep
Angels fall on their knees ,they know all my teardrops
Like a submergence into the deep
We are born, we die, nothing between
Maybe just an immense hourglass

The bored faces build a fall into nothingness
Intoxicated by the gesture of birth ,waking the need for a gulp of oxygen
The desire to hide our lives as a lost piece of frozen soul
I won't touch the moment ,the roar of life slowly passing on my forehead
No, I won't wait anymore for the healing of my broken wings
I can also fly with a slain happiness and a stoned flesh

the right to keep silence ( to all my fellow poets)

whomever said writing is easy and that you wouldn't lose yourself
into metaphors or epithets piercing your thoughts was so wrong
sometimes you feel leafless as the trees in autumn
living here and there an harlequin with no epaulettes on his shoulders
light comes so late just a sparkle covering the shadow
steps almost unheard in the desert smells like nothingness
like helpless and bitterness at the heaven's gate a demon calls my name
repeatedly leads me into temptation a body of raw clay
the unborn in me shouts to be born but he could have waited
the placenta is not protecting him anymore from the storms
sometimes i wonder why the blood tastes like holly water and
i can't exactly tell if i am sleeping or just faking it

i haven't been taught to live alone and i
don't know if that's my first or my very last road
enjoying the passing like a snowdrop falling on the crosses
the grave so many times love has slipped through my fingers
been so close but still my happiness so far
the emptiness i cover with the first chaos
le monde c"est laid
sadness shinning in my chest and it has no cure
the curtain falls you have been all witnesses to an illusion
to a dance in the dark and all we have got left is
the right to keep silence

Common shadow

I don't know how long have you been playing in my hair
Just like a warm summer wind
Maybe that's because you can't find your way back home
I don't know where you're going and I cannot foresee your paths
Or if time's your friend, your enemy
If you've confessed before leaving the crucifix
If you and I have sipped the water of the same spring
The world you've left behind -a crashed illusion
For the common sense of an eviscerated torture

There's no one here now
So I can imagine God
Resembling a common shadow

Like ·

Mirrors of sadness

Sometimes I just cling to the simple things,like the bubbles in the transparent vase
Or the sword that cuts so deeply the air clogged in sadness
I know misery is built on bare and orphan shadows
Thrown in deep ravines where there's no room for a farewell
A butterfly's twitching in the yellow-white light
Even your own reflection seems mysterious and enigmatic now
As the news about rapes ,suicide or failed love stories
A suspicious gaze,weary,hardens the smile and keeps on begging
Between the skin and the flesh a path of thorns
Untie me from this torment that whips me ,tearing every atom
The sly snake slipped through the bones ,pouring the venom in each cell
Are we all close to death or life itself is getting sick
Happiness doesn't have a soul -mate ,neither a reflection
Disappears in the mirror like a cigarette smoke
No mind or body, whispering a bitter contempt
I have a well deserved place in the cage-spring -coffin

Ballad for an imaginary friend

Soon we'll be seeing each other again my friend ,with every touch you'll come near
Braided tears in a lump of clay .Please be patient,please be patient!
I know you so well,even without reading in your palms the leaking into nothingness
I have so many memories to share .Will you dedicate me all the raindrops from your poems about the sleeping angels?
I'm so sure you'll scold me again ,then build a wall between us.
These years all colors looked like black to me

Soon we'll sway again my friend.The music of the waves will carry us away ,a tango of the falling leaves
Do not worry,I won't tell anyone where you have hidden or how long have I kept you in this common embrace
Just like the living lava of a volcano,I am ready to erupt
Now it' s easier to understand why my wings were broken as I fell in the abyss
Age has rushed ,but time is still here with me
As a permanent tattoo in the graves of my skin

We've been two strangers in the mirror of winter

Always listen to the voice of love, they used to tell each other
The lovers so numbed on the frozen ,solitary benches
To drown in the life of another is just like every atom would recompose
To unify with life itself ,just to die so quickly after,before the time comes
Although there are not so many days I keep on wandering here
Each of them resemble one another


There were no unexplained things then
Just another face of time so hurried
A window through which a lost traveler could find the way
A secret dialogue between the eyes that have lost the balance
You're so afraid of wolves stories in which the blood
Breaks white days,white nights,crystal moments


I feel so small in front of the flakes flowing heavily
Used to be so young then,hard to recognize myself
Now I am prepared for a long,deep sleep
Closed the window ,went to bed, covered in sadness
A dream with cherry blossoms until next spring
Why should I care anymore about the insignificant signs
Of a season-soul in the mirror ?

A summer poem for all seasons

between your steps and the sea sand synapses
the feet gather each grain every touch is the missing atom
blood is imbued in old memories
you hum our story and expect the sky to hear it
and capture a mystical scene with a camera
develop the photos in a secret lab
to become a sworn of butterflies with rainbow wings
smiles and colors
you bury bury the sepulchral silence in the corner of your palms
dancing hearts overflowing with emotion
everything should happen once more to infinite times
until the flight defeats the unspoken
the ascension becomes the rock and kisses the mountain

What's the price of loneliness ,Lord?

Lord, what's the price of naivety today
That one painted with the soul, not the brush
Writers never lie,they have already read all the lines in your palm
Then sat down on paper all they have seen so others could understand the mystery
Writers are ever so lonely ,no one kisses them ,hug them or offer them a helping hand to lead them through the blue dreams
In the sweeping victory

So, what's the price of loneliness, Lord
Through my thoughts raining with metals
You loved her and still set her free
Jaws are painfully clenching in the dark
I always thought you will understand&forgive
But no, the world cannot be contained in a single answer
A single question or poem

Lord, have you ever thought about the price of my passing by
The verses are just a synthesis of mystical and rebellion
Life enters indirectly as a filtered shade
And again you look at me as if I were just an exhibition
Eyes are embers ,falling stars,but not a clear sky
I know I'll be a sinner once more

Therefore,I am guilty for breathing
Light surrounds me but still I can't get up
I am helplessly kneeling
Nobody will ever announce my arrival
Lord, should I pay my ascension with these broken arms or my tears?

In every step I feel the broken glass,the burning coals ,the falling

I am but a name ,however I won't tell you much about my hidden soul
Only that I am the son of cells,slowly building a life or kill
Together with the singing birds ,I can now move in the branches
I have the wings of the ancestors ,the peace they used to seek in every sunset
Each sunset a wandering between worlds ,an invisible man and the sand dunes
The words numb you,they swing,you fall asleep ,just follow the echo and walk
Maybe you will see the light running from a soul to another or how darkness leaves
The heart ,then begins the fear for love, as all the trees fear fire
I had a strange dream with wood-cutters ,my arms were dying in a graveyard
From place to place ,occasionally I quiver ,frightened by the weakness defeating my eyes
An infinite struggle ,water of a spring ,wind touching your forehead
I know it all,I feel it ,I understand the power of a flame
But still I cannot hide the claws of the curse ,it rips the helpless eardrums