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

From the depths

July of the wheat fields

terrestrial suns

I gave you my whole life

to see you better

But now the sky is strange

red orange yellow

so never looked

Extreme flap

where I hide

light and dark flow

illusions

Lanterns

Diaphanous as dreams

they sail on a breeze

of ardent desires

rocked by the lapping

of night sea waves

Remotenesses

 You can't hide forever

inside a rainy day

Prisoners of Time

we are and of Memory

Of impalpable things

of dead remotenesses

The shelter

There is nothing to divide us

only the illusion of a distance

Dreams sail in dried up stream beds

where lives hide into houses corroded by silence

beyond asphalt hedges and crumbling walls

They crop up in the midst of fatal accidents

and they ask me how are you?

They are distant and well-known voices

I've known them forever and I don't know why

Desire burns in your oblique adjectives

anxious for love, hot with madness

It is not a distance that divides us

I live among billions of crosses

where do you live?

Marine night

Like an orchid

in the liquid night

over the absolute rock

breeze and moon

queens of the distant undertow

Dark Universe

 Dark matter attractive

Dark energy repulsive

Dark DNA almost the whole

ancestral junk

or unexpressed powers?

The Alpha and the Omega

as low as above

the ancient alchemical secret

so said Hermes the thrice great

Meanwhile my soul

or what resembled it

floated into another life

dialoguing with a being

a stone's throw from me

across a sidereal distance

The new season

Deep night

falling moon

high in the sky

Smell of ripe grass

The new season

brings us her heart deep static

I'd like to look like you

But I have questions

pressing into the mind

like thunderstorms

And yet life had dropped

from above glistening water

full of certainties

 

Fragile

This evening

end of May

it is still spring

If You existed Lord

I would ask you the why

of those thousand windows

But in the cold light of mercury

among the headlights

under a trapezoidal sky

I wished You were listening

I sang in despair

tonight Lord

I wish it were the last

 

Colors of darkness

Iris deep black

the night has come

Ending of the light

shadow in the night

Sky of struggles

faith leads you

Unbeatable wind

on an immense crowd of revelers

Seems dark and cold outside

but inside you there are thousands of colors

Chastity of her

can you believe that

Hanging over a ditch

watching ancient remains of gods

Ruined is the earth

here after the war

Inri you are

or Agnus dei

So I have suspended judgment

waiting for events

Tou betrayed exposed to the winds

ignoble torture

Unexpected moment of peace

in this tired night

See some lights

in the distance

Swamp

The voice is a remembrance

a forbidden name

whispers an invitation

like a sound of a chord

A light comes on

from the depths of time

beats against us

from nowhere shines

Reason sleeps

monsters rise

with cold beaks

filled with affliction

The house of the dead

is a temple of oblivion

a buzz of voices

are crooked trees

Breathless

Without air we cannot breathe

one cannot live or speak

we should use diving suits

close ourselves only in meandering ponds

love would be difficult

feeling the heartbeat of others

This universe is not for us

we are nothing but metazoans

we are there by mistake or for revenge

other than our favorite home

without air music doesn't exist

nor poetry what a sad world

Pressure

Hanging on empty dark eyes

reaching out to find a meaning

lonely stay in your fears

chilled exposed to winds

The blood spreads all around

I wonder why

such an abandonment

But I keep my distance

from the sharp points

It's hard not to feel them in your eyes

 

Greed

 Run

before the cold reaches you

and freezes your thoughts

Under a crescent moon

and a strange lonely star

Three degrees

and even less in the wind

without defenses

Run

escape the spell

of the night

that infernal color

It is a purple

or a blue

they play dead

Branches

 The line is divided by a point

A plane from a line

The three-space from a plane

A four-space from a three-space

There are infinities greater than infinity

Yet something we have left out

How can it be N = Z?

Why are three and four-space sometimes more difficult?

I feel there is something wrong

Reality is full of walls and prohibitions

But then how can God exist?

If everything changes one remains where he is

I have to get out of here

I will pass beyond the infinities

Late bloomer

 Under the cold blanket of the years

I found a surprise today

this wait was really long

how many illusions, delusions and worries

The most precious seed has blossomed for me

a delicate flower a little late

it is white as snow but it is alive

who expected it has now forgotten

Alas there is no one who appreciates it

intent now they are looking elsewhere

not a person who caresses it

Maybe they're all dead or it's raining

only the delicate flower remains

but still he shines and moves me