Red

Cause don't you die
even into us
I gave your name
to the reddest rose
of my garden

So

So
d'ombre
d'umidi recessi
notturni
di tuoni lontani
e di giorni persi
So
your destiny
was a bomb
falling from the sky
straight on your lives
miserable and unwise
So
tenía un cinturón
se hizo estallar
entre la gente
borró nuestras vidas
por accidente
So
c'était son surnom
cheveux yeux coulants
un projectile lui traversa
le coeur en s'emportant
pour toujours sa splendeur

I know
of shadows
of damp nocturnal
recesses
of distant thunder
and lost days
So
your destiny
was a bomb
falling from the sky
straight on your lives
miserable and unwise
Under
he had a belt
blew himself up
among the people
canceled our lives
by accident
So
was her nickname
flowing eyes hair
a bullet went through
her heart taking forever
away her splendor

Undone

Sometimes reopen on the walls
the already closed furrows of memory
and again the hidden pain flows
Dark and thin is the twisted line of time
I run backwards along the fissures of torments
I can't remember other than goodbyes
unrealized lives
undone dreams

Voices in the silence

In the season
of the bright yellow ginkgo
you left
against the backdrop of a sky
gray and cold
There were no words
and there is no other life
The hearth is now extinguished
the old house ruined
the vineyard abandoned
I am as usual far away
can only touch with thought
the ancient stones
With the ladle I collect
and pour the icy copper water
in this unquenchable thirst
I retrace the used roads
the silent rooms
the dusty sickle and spade
lonely in the corner
The past is irretrievable
and the present surprises us
always unprepared
I make plans for the future
like a cunning general
I put my thoughts in advance
on hypothetical battlefields
But tomorrow is changing
there is no certainty for us

The world outside

I live in a silence
full of voices
in my mind
Overflowing lost lives
in dark meanders of time
Filled with non-existent objects
of now useless instructions

Solo

Orchid
liquid night
on the absolute rock
breeze and moon
mistress of faraway tides

From the well

No one lives here anymore

Two moons

At 00:00 02/29/2108 +11.00, you wrote:
I read the new posts. Do not worry beforehand that I will respond in kind ...
But now there is a stupendous sunset with the immense sun sinking into a red glare
that tears the delicate blue of this sky out of season.
I get emotional.
Erratic the thought floats in this sleepy evening and a vision touches my mind:
this is the same sunset that, stunned, I watched as a child reflected in the glass of my window.
But now the evening has fallen, the light has disappeared along with the old visions.
A sudden cold breeze rises to remind me that we are still in winter, and the darkest thoughts return.
I am moved again imagining how many incredible efforts are being made
in a desperate attempt to avert, in some way, our terrible mortal destiny.
Higher-order motivations are invented, even post-mortem worlds,
and we are also willing to risk having to suffer for eternity in a hypothetical hell
in order to nurture a senseless hope of immortality.
I can only sympathize with these my brothers believers but I do not want to delude myself.
I can't stand the idea of spending my life cultivating a trick. I want to know the truth.
And behold, no longer shielded by the dazzling sunlight,
our two wonderful green moons appear in the sky.
Greetings, Eli

The guest

Leafing through the pages of the wind
I read a few names
some old dates
Poets passing by
and never returned
They leave a greeting
a piece of their heart
more rarely a smile
There are those who engrave their names
who modestly erases it
Our soul mates
sick of nostalgia
I welcome all their feelings
every joy every torment
Where ever will you be
traveling poets
closed in the mystery
of magic words?
Different lives dreams
visions of better worlds

The follower

Green wave
undying
desire
The soul
perennial sylph
denies time
The dust settles
without effort
And I saw the one who followed
and it was profound pure
nudity of the night