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Moving



T'insinui the heart between beats and the other
driblando
the pendulum that beats the time of the red muscle

as a slalom skier

light that runs off the blanket of snow. In the mind


you make your way underground thought
furtively sweet

the ladder that leads to the summit of my tower

cerebral circumvention of the strict guardians

and lock the door behind him. Tenants

Opposite of a dream my
disfai your suitcases filled
of my desires

stored neatly in the closet of my emotions. Then you
add to the comfort of your home
lying on the bottom of my eyes and I wait

returning smiles looks

silences.

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The limonaia


Mediterranean. This is you


dip in the blue and white in your laughter
who know the sea and citrus

while playing

to chase through the trees and the shadows of this
yellow expanse.

stolen kiss in the shadow of the heart taken away by the salt

stopped the sound of crickets
and
a caress of my hands on your hips.
Hands
furtive and drift their way under your clothes to caress

plan your bare skin
mentre ci osserva
con occhio vigile
il sole caldo
e meraviglioso d'Agosto.
Ti stacchi di colpo
e di colpo rallenti
i tuoi movimenti
intrappolando i miei sensi
nel tuo malizioso sorriso.
Poi mi tieni la mano
e mi porti con te
camminando lentamente all'indietro
stringendo negli occhi
sensuali promesse
succose
come il frutto che mordi
assaporando
tra la buccia e la polpa
le gocce del mio e del tuo desiderio.

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Lo sento arrivare.
Avverto il suo fischio
mentre percorre
la vallata dei miei ricordi
scivolando trasparentemente
su binari incogniti
che fanno attrito
con le ideali ruote
quando tocco
i freni delle mie paure.
Corre veloce
attraverso la notte ignota
Facendo sosta in stazioni fatiscenti
dove ombre senza volto scendono
e ne salgono altre.
Sono pochi coloro dei quali
riconosco o ricordo le sagome.
Il controllore
volto piatto con due lancette
ferme a ore sei
in corrispondenza del naso
passa per gli scompartimenti spogli
chiedendo il biglietto
a passeggeri clandestini
della mia indulgenza.
Sicari, mercanti di morte
occupano una carrozza
sotto mentite spoglie
intonando un canto macabro
sulle note dissonanti di un mandolino.
Filthy, drunken
drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes
lowest category of low-alloy
polluted the air with their dirty intentions
to assassinate a heart.
And while we welcome their foolishness

do not know that the heart is already working in silence

laughing taste
to remove their car from the rest of the lens

train that runs fast and free
ulrando his whistle through night.

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Dream


I hear you walk in my head.
I hear the noise of your heels while
travel the length and breadth of each corridor

of my brain going to explore every
even the most hidden corner of my desire for you.
You, oh my fantasies of nurse
water that quenches my excuse not to resist
color the air around me your perfume

frames and between the sheets of love and embrace fragments
stop at the bottom
of our eyes in my mouth that bites your breast

have to capture the sublime as night
weaves its folds
esondante plots of passion.

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I hear the sound of the sea and the voices of the fishermen.
noises, sounds of this wonderful village life


coming from half-closed blinds
of the window. Enter


accompanied by the scent of new
that must come from the cellars of fleeing

way to mix and blend with the seductive scent

of your skin knows that love and enjoy

tasted as delicious berry.

I look at you as you get out of bed wrapped in white cloth


that reveals your beautiful sinuous curves

which contrast with those wonderful and bitter
of this wonderful land
but both seductive and bewitching
differently.

Chills are those who feel.
I admire as a framework
colors sensual hot.
're beautiful as a dancer Degas
when you turn and look at me with eyes full of
pleasure

colored oil as this awakening
the night of love that is our past

and is kept secret
as sweet in our eyes eager

of us in the background voices of
fishermen returning from sea.

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fade


Fingerprints
linger along the lines of the eyes
a photograph.
While I get lost in your eyes after death

immortalized him feel alive in my eyes as if to

give voice to my voice,

to want to feed the flood of memories of my
river. Forgive me if I talk


dipping the tip of my
feather in the ink of my tears transparent

but I feel the wind
barrel in the throes of a hurricane

only think of you and I was left alone to communicate this way

with you not to feel like a glider

crazy in a vacuum free fall into the abyss

myself.

And while life runs up to
crazy credits

just stay here in this room
with the curtains drawn and the shutters down


clutching a picture I look like a slow

close to your sweet glance
to dissolve
the stalactites of my eyes.

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Observers of unknowns


I feel unreal

away peacefully surrounded by the sea confused

of my question marks

like a pigeon perched on an electrical cable

stop to observe clouds and fog on my
Valley unknowns.

Neither do I know how to explain my mood


of sad happiness as I look down to admire

agro
with a smile on my water bill
of my heart dissolved

fast-running down the gutter than elsewhere.


my vision for this delay falls and shatters into


pieces like a glass of unbreakable glass.
The reason is awake.
's time to go.

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budding


How are you? I feel estranged


light years away from this world that I
passes,
isolated safe with you

under a glass bell

and contemplation.
How are you?

And my hand touched your face on which a smile

open casket as light

to fuel photosynthesis of my emotions.
Without words, without

hear the sounds of this ethnic market
but with our eyes only to snatch


the slightest movement of the eyes and hearts to feel the slightest movement

on your face in my hand
where you just gently resting your
.
How are you?
Your hand moves

plan on my eyes and my eyes yearn

capture smiles as he hears the sweet sound of only

slow blossoming of a rose in the secret heart ...
... without thorns.

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The moment


Look

holding my breath strangled by a groan
with
in my eyes wide and mouth open to brush my
while contracted
and sweating stops your movement. Loose

like snow on Etna magma
scented
while exhausted
close your eyes in ecstasy
and your face in slow motion

touches my face in the shadows, while

my hand caressing your belly where
Hide

protect and defend the warm, accepting my seed

the sweet and delicious fruit.

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The Supreme


"The Defenders
for closing argument."
..........
"Your Honor, gentlemen of the court


we suspect that the charges against the accused


make a mirror to your fears.
Faure against yourself.
Or
only been plotting revenge on remembering temporal cross


back to life like a wound still open when your
materialism
killed with a hammer
your spirit

thinking it was the spirit of anyone.

You can stop a man who is also head of the Lodge
of Creativity. Other members


other leaders will be to expand like wildfire
the word of the secret passion that you seek to imprison

cells in eternal oblivion. Put
also on record that when you pass out these

in the meat grinder of your defenses will

others to take command the Lodge.
can stop anyone ...
... you can not stop the poem.
I have nothing to add.
"Gentlemen of the Jury,
is time to express your
final verdict"
"Your Honor,
Gentlemen of the Court. This

judges are accused of subversive association

guilty to the lack of dreams
but condemns you
eternal exile

arid steppes of your life. "
" The hearing was closed "

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"Defendant
where you were when you

members of the Lodge of Creativity

threaten public mediocrità
mettendo a repentaglio
gli equilibri di squallore
e i conservatorismi
di convenienza?"
"Ero impegnato a scrivere.
A scrivere di me
del mio vivere
A scrivere dei giudici
di queste puttane legalizzate
che vedete qui sedute
come tanti corvi
sopra lo stesso albero
neri fuori, peciati dentro
che aspettano di beccare grano rubato
e che tremano al solo pensiero
che parole ed emozioni
al tritolo, a loro sconosciute
distruggano
con deflagrazione silente
il loro falso perbenismo.
Madide fronti che tremano
ad ogni parola da me proferita
a mia difesa alle loro accuse
costruite ad arte
to remove my alibi
and just as artfully apart. "
" Your honor I have no further questions
"
" In the name of any law

the defendant was accused of the same name and does not read the
prosciolgo by each
nonexistent charges.
The hearing was closed "

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The appeal verdict


" case, stand up! You are accused of evasion


from prison

the flatness of the bars have forced
atrophy
have punched
the riot of crushing emotional
and resistance to the forces of evil.

You are also accused of subversive struggle
reality
and to be an exponent of the leading
Lodge of Creativity.
Defendant, come
are guilty or innocent? "
" Your honor,
Gentlemen of the court.
I am guilty.
myself guilty of armed
fantasy.
guilty of having dreams
most beautiful and largest of your
maybe even too big for me
Guilty of daring
where you have not had the courage.
guilty of having thrown
my heart to Kamikaze
in an ideal, a belief

blind What you do not have.

guilty of having lived without any discount

juice every drop of my emotions.
appearance in glory

your conviction that it will give me the greatest of satisfactions
"
" case, the verdict of this court


is not guilty and acquits you with full formula "
" Your Honor,
Gentlemen of the court, I imagined this

verdict that absolves me

but condemns you for not giving me satisfaction

confirmed the guilt of not living your
and your abject fear

towards those who break your rules
conservative
cemented judging
threat to your hot ass
united in one thing with your

reassuring chairs.
Guilty! "

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Forgiveness


Mother

'm tired I have come to the border

this middle ground that separates the light from the darkness of the soul

where everything is and steppe

I dropped from my pocket and my certainties
stones
used to hit the stars. In


knee down with the sword of my ego

weeping and kissing the earth in this border
your hands
but only land in the mouth I'm hot as ash


from which we come and we shall return.

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to suck you in and destroy my
errors
frail man who asks for forgiveness and longing for oblivion

of this desert
dust myself
your hand darling
accarezzagli to the head as the wind gets up

to raise dust and remorse.

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The butterfly wings of the angel of plaster


Just a little 'rain of death

to dissolve in your delicate patches of white flight

the blackboard of your black heart. The selvage


passing would leave a hole in a halo of light from outside

but chasms within

unknown where the eyes and minds they will never arrive.

Arrancar off a heavy
rid of what you think
ballast takes the form of a chameleon
of beautiful changing colors depending on the
role to take on ....

.... but your wings are white.
Blank and heavy
while flights between
carnivorous plants and flowers with the pollen of curare.

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red rose petals strewn on the floor of my mind

left by your dancers
releasing essences to your every desire
harmonious step.

withering look
disturbing beauty of flamenco
blood
while you're shooting you turn

with fire in his eyes to the rhythm of the heart
Andalusian and stop you or me.

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on the edge of your eye
that can save me or make me fall

I am very emotional call from your


advancing step by step.

In the space between my eyes and your soft

veils and bracelets
passes lustful passion
love
death
life.