Family bohemian nest

This is a bird’s nest

It makes you feel blessed

Recollecting the shards of madness

It can only make sense

Come and join this paradise of love

Fruits and flowers and incense

It flows smoothly like a dove

Flying happily with boldness.

Singing singing with bliss and joy

The dove caught flight on the shoulder of a boy

Pointing light as it came grey

‘cause the Sun had for a while gone away

a little shining beam telling me to tell

of the love you so eagerly sell

on the streets of  London where you and I rest.

Come and refresh yourself in the nest of glory

a few flowers have just started blossoming

the snow here falls in flakes of rosemary

leaving a scent of perpetual misery

if in this nest you want to rest

I would highly recommend

that you spend time admiring the view

of blossoming felicity and glistening blue

If in the nest you would like to stay

I would tell you what to drink and what to eat

‘cause in the nest you will forever live

and in the end only love you will grieve.

You cannot know what you will find

Even get yourself dipped in

Weird conversations of love and greed

but in the end you won’t throw faith in the bin

you’ ll need more and you’ll want more

of the blood you saw that forever shone

on your lips and in your eyes:

it left the mark of a bohemian cry. 

inexistence

There are stories that can be told

While I watch the time shifting under my sight

Creatures of the dark that don’t get old

As I try to find the meaning of this fight.

I think the people who pass by

Don’t change color neither their opinions

Just stare at the meaningless emptiness

of space and oblivion

their words split in two

like a river

my mind also splits in two

or better does not change in multiple identities,

my boredom is on fire

because of our misunderstandings.

A jack metal pot is our ground idea

Of laughs and hunger, of ipocrisia

Please let me tell you that if at some entity

(or a little something)

this poem wants to aim at

it is only the reflection that the light leaves on your hair

it is only the perfection of how you walk

the redundant sound of the air

between your voice and my talk

but if at something it wants to aim in fact

let it be the abstract inexistence of it all.

cielo di inchiostro

un cielo d' inchiostro dove parole
   circondando
       come catene di fuoco
 le nuvole
il cielo e' di inchiostro perche'
           e' il padre a cui mi riferisco
   che    mi circonda   nella         notte
piu'        fredda, il cielo          nero
che addormenta. Questo cielo
       ovunque io     sia    regala
   doni di    carta, spezza
    cuori e infrange indovinelli
spaziali, questo cielo senza
      inchiostro non e' un cielo che
   ispira,  e' l' acqua dell' anima di ogni persona.
il cielo e' l' anima della mia vita,
il protettore di movimento e avventura,
compagno di giochi
risposta divina dei quesiti esistenziali;
dispensatore di parole, pozzo di dipinti astratti e realta' viva.
Cielo bruno, cielo verde, cielo rosso sporco di sangue,
il cielo tuona
e   il cielo vince,
   il cielo non perdona perche'
senza   il cielo
chi non supera  l' orizzonte    facilmente sparisce.
   il cielo e' di inchiostro
    perche' e' il mio
    calamaio , la mia
  tela piena di bozze e schizzi,
     un mare di nuvole ove nuotare
per cercare
   di trovare il dono
   per il tuo                    amore,
il cielo e' l' unica risposta  per questa vita,
l' unico viaggio di ogni profeta,
  oceano di mille colori trasparenti, l' aria del mio fuoco,
la culla dei giochi di infanzia,
    lo specchio del deserto o solo
il sentiero infinito di un
   pianto dolce e sincero che
dura in     eterno.
Cielo viola, cielo lilla, il cielo illumina con le ombre
di un teatro che strilla;
    il cielo e'di inchiostro
perche' e' la sorgente dei miei pensieri,
           il saggio piu' dotto
   e la scuola   dei Santi del mondo di ogni
favilla.

the world in your eyes

the world in your eyes

I touched the sky and made time eternal

because our love is like a love journal

I kept the stars waiting before they could weep

I was only doing it so I could let you sleep

I had stolen the world and the other planets

just to see your eyes glimmer

like plankton on living granites

every word inside of you

every word inside of you

the other day I watched the rain fall

you were only the biggest star in the sky

I thought of your words and all

it was like reading the catcher in the rye

then appeared a bulb of light

like a chandelier in a ballroom

your words again were bright

they shone above me and then boom

all the universe seemed united at last

like an immense statue of brass

the sculpture of our love

of the feelings that we feel above

of our faith and our trust

a sculpture made with hands of angels

that will never have rust

that will sweep away all the dangers

the shadows and the nightmares of our lust;

and if in love the nightmares shall disappear

you will be the lighthouse in this ocean of fear

forever young, forever splendid

my love for you shall never have an ending

on your shoulders my thoughts will have depended

and your charm and elegance will be surrounding

the garden I have grew where our hopes transcended.