The Wait

 In a new light I'm dressed today 

black as the bottom of the darkness

you will wait in vain for my return

I'm busy stemming nothingness

that overflows onto the skin and burns

in the senseless sentences of the rhetoricians

of inhuman and unnatural feelings

with gray and rotting stone faces

I don't want to listen anymore

I'm building a giant wall

who shields me from the horde of barbarians

from the shameless arrogance of this sun

I chose a bottomless pit

a cold interstellar nook

absolute emptiness on which to hang this life

really opaque body a black hole

I escape from the chaos by hiding in its core

in the death of the night the black light swallows me

life corrupts spoils pollutes infects

Hope

diaphanous like dreams

they sail on a breeze

of ardent desires

lulled by the lapping

of night sea waves

Blown

Mute is now the word

Useless

Everything went dark

The parched earth

Tinged with dark streaks

Dead red blood

The music is over

 And even if we weren't exactly happy

because the work was not completed

and the music was over forever

we could finally think about the future

Trap

 No longer remember the sky

I live in the animal darkness

inside this chilled cave

my face to your the same

I hold out my hand

touch the violated body

shadows of a remote time

Oh this distant land

full of ethereal fantasies

nocturnal mirror of dreams

Sunspots

There is no music in the vacuum

just a desperate silence

a nearest solitude

to absolute zero

With its cosmic rays

lethal gamma streams

the sparkling glory of God

annihilates you instantly

 

The flight

Hovering over the thin abyss

cold electric metal

I watched the sky go by

and the cold season

among a thousand of us waiting

Who would have dared first

the void and uncertainty

of an unknown destination

I will fly dreaming

high challenging

the killer hawk

I would have preferred the heat

warmth of your mother wings

But a magnetic lump

stuck in the brain

pushes us into the wind

away from the nest

hidden and safe

A short and painful flight

full of regrets

Autumn rains

By now on the roadsides

the blackberries are all dried up

the last bunches of grapes left to rot

I would like to extend my hand

savor those golden berries

but the rain is cold and persistent

So I stay behind the window

that is tarnishing

like our hopes

In this icy wash

that fades all our dreams

and makes everything uncertain

Ancient desires die out

hidden sensations vanish

Everything dies

and is reborn in other forms

I felt it once

right inside the eyes

of another distant rain

and remained autumn forever

 

Faraway

 Although I know

that the sparkling stars

are nothing but thermonuclear furnaces

Although I know

that behind a dream landscape

horror and misery often hide

When the moon

immense on the horizon appears

in the concave night sky

flooding this hazy valley

of multicolored light

I am moved

Will it be the mysterious plan

of an unknown god?

Will it be this selfish gene

eager for life?

Maybe I'm here

with my shadows

in the dead of night

immersed in relentless thoughts

Will it be 

terrible that it is

the only life I have?

Lost sunsets

 Occiduous sun

ancient reflex

of things lost at east

and never sought again

Another pointed the way

the great mountains

illusory ocean

But I went west

across the desert

A mess

of probable days

of possible futures

Knowledge

has not extinguished

the astonishment

At the end of the journey I saw

there was no direction

but only time

and the magic of words

Lost sunsets

in the glass of my window