I am the utterance
I am the movement
I am the scars of the rocks
where the tempest had crashed on.
am the Form
for I was bequeathed a vessel
endowed with its mighty features.
Strength was bestowed upon me
the loyalty of Mass was bestowed upon me
complicity of Time was bestowed upon me
power of Integrity was bestowed upon my metamorphosis.
I was given the utmost solidity
I am the only one writing landscapes
springing in lines
mäelstroming in spirals
inscribing circles and tori around the universe
though always Being.
quantum of the temples
unit of the contemporaries
hadn't been drawn with the wisest of inks.
never have I lasted for them
never have I joyed for them
never have I been safe for them,
For I have nuances.
For they wish me to change
For they wish me to change back
Behind me, Death
in my car, towards home
I sure can't feel the future, slipping in my hand
through this trough the trees are moving
so then I share this story with you,
my beloved friend,
Those dents on the side of my car
are reminding me everything gets old
me, I am getting there
but some of us are fine, already.
Sitting here, honey through my lips
sharing it with you and looking ahead again.
So safe it's gonna kill us
so strange you can't realise
so magic it comes from nowhere
so famous nobody supports it
so quick it lasts forever
So long, my dear old friend
said that guy, don't know his name,
said that guy at my father's funeral.
So twisted his words, old-fashioned
ways of bid a friend farewell.
So long, he kept on saying,
I wish you a nice travel
through the land of the dead.
Death, now behind me,
I am looking at her, and hear
the soundtrack of a forgotten movie.
Sweet sweet forgetfulness
hit me now, kill me now
empty my stomach with your dry laughter
change the disposition of my bones and flesh
let me hear again the voice of who's gone for good
let me apologise with him because I was sad and young.
THE HEAT OF
It's when you touch me now
now, just now,
in this old wrecked car
with Sweet Lady right behind me
when I see you lifting your arm with intention
and caress my neck wandering in the land of my shoulder
It is right now
when the palm of your pensive hand
is being subsided by its rougher back
it is now, since they caress me in equal ways
that a marker crystallises in my history
and I stop the war inside my head
and I love as much as I can give
because there is no hand,
because there is no caress
there is no Movement
without its source
which I now
Striped like a blank page
holy like water of the sea
I wait for you
to know me
to know me
and feel me
like warm Touch
It's 3 pm
and the spring is coming
but on the other side.
I leave you wondering facing the ceiling
while hard light from the window takes your eyes
thus I can't resist taking them with mine.
And I can't help but thinking
that I should pass the back of my hand
on the softness of your skin,
that I should have through my fingers
a handful of your shoulder,
that I should cover your sides
with my sides, at once,
that I should reach with my lips
the tumidness of yours
and united we
[[[I am in an absurd coincidence
It could have been any other day]]]
I can't resist and I surrender
-while you reach my furious depths
and dig into the cave a hole
and put your supple body in it
and care to feel the strength of soil
and lie because it never lasts
and cry because you laughed before
and see the sun that's going down
and turn around to see me again
and crouch in your beloved position
while ground is coming onto you
so now you are with me forever
and nobody will take you away
not even who's supposed to guard me
from me, the man who blooms off love.
fighting on the field of symbols,
shooting us with golden Touch.
Along the railroad the horseless carriage
riding fast, not fast as it could
the man who’s steering is bending, breathing
along the road some stops for resting.
Along the way some careless words,
given away by the lady passenger.
The driver looks, and looks again
then turns the wheels to unknown far lands.
I WANT YOU
We’re in infertile fields
The desert’s close as within us
I AM YOU
Because we are driving
towards pain and beauty
No steps, no fast turns,
no rush, no hidden games.
No boosts, just feeling
of the road.
The grip of the steering wheel
I feel it, I feel it soft and strong.
it’s reaching my elbow, while I dare
to change the marching of my gear.
The grip, caressing back, still,
is now changing into sweat and smooth
the skin is moving under me
while I can’t look directly at you
but I see
you’re changing too
A flower blossoms in my car
so I know it’s spring and April
My hand after years still feels
the marching of the car, the Speed.
The shoulders made of air are lifting
the eyes that are sails cast off
the hands sticks of shepherds guiding
the breasts made of wind blow furious
the hair waves of ocean deepening
the thighs house of secrets falling
the minds once untamed now resting
the glory of the moment
the Speed had took control
and pleasant now releases
its charm, and fades away.