To the sky

We are climbing
on scales of gods
to catch the highest light
of the temple
Who will understand
unfathomable silences
the existence
The days fell
end caught us
eyes wide open
to the sky
for an impossible answer
Along land meadows
green waves
caress illusions
of new loves
unaware of us
and of the executioner

Don't give up

If I knew how to free
this hand
prisoner of the tongue
this language
prisoner of the mind
this mind
prisoner of the heart
this heart
prisoner of worries
maybe I could free
the message that urges
chained
by the abyss

Fatal

Fate flooded the world with pain
in the absences of the spirit
who was chasing rays of light
through inaccessible universes
Humans bent their heads
predicting arcane auspices
from bleeding hearts
of immaculate virgins
Orgies of screams and blood
needlessly to appease
horrible gods
From the first groan
a trail of madness and terror
persecutes humanity
Nothing understandable
to our reason
Who cares
of a writhing worm
under our feet?

Masks

They have bronze faces
poisonous smiles
Far from real life
from us and from God
They decide for themselves
with cold cynicism
Puppets and puppeteers
they talk only to each other
They sit in parliaments
on the high benches of power
Let's tear off their masks
and celebrate among us
It is the Galois rite
we haven't forgotten it
he has passed this way
and I greeted him
My dear friend
we are always ready
give us the solution
and we will cross the mountains

Évariste Galois (25 October 1811 – 31 May 1832) was a French mathematician and political activist. He died at age 20 from wounds suffered in a duel. The true motives behind the duel are still obscure. For more info see   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Évariste_Galois
In the poem he is taken as an example of those who fight against conformism and homologation imposed by political power.

Homo sapiens

Homo sapiens
remnant of the ancient earth
forever bound to your lairs
of metal and cement
If I think about the origins
nostalgia catches my hands
rough manipulators
Your mind of physical fields
and that heart of yours
really organic
crazy tangle of emotions
Irreparably blind
with your useless symbols
tenderness of beast
elementary spark
how ephemeral

No love

Loving Bitter Love
they are strange visions
rustling of skirts
dreams to caress
Unknown words
of unlived lives

Secrets in the secret
images glimpsed
spells of alchemists
diabolical rose garden
Shining bodies
in quivering souls

Thrills of the mind
ghostly faces far away
signals in the hands
of a fleeting future
Intangible hearts
of uncertain new loves

Silent fantasies
mine yours invented
cautiously veiled
implausible ways
Cathartic evocations
Loving Bitter Love

So that something remains

So that something remains
of each of us
at least a sore word
a brief comment
I extracted from the center of my heart
any secret pain
I spread my mind
on hard paths of sharp stones
to reach each one of you
If living was so difficult
love each other impossible
at least this extreme sacrifice
of blood tears and sweat
soothes even a little
our scattered lives
We left because of an explosion
from the place of our dreams
only it remained an acrid smell
random deaths
and the astonished silence
of a cry