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"Skater"

They invented a man who is like that
Man made with wind
Who when he is still
Is in movement
They invented a man who is like that
With acoustic discipline
Motive of freedom
Colour of the moon
Alone eternity
More and more than me
Top skater
Body who speaks in the silence

" The access to my heart "

The access has my heart Was just a smile
A path which we ask of its steps
Of The steps which cross a river
A river which crosses the space
A sign of life and grace!
A soul which roams and perspires Italy in these places
A dance of hope under the cross
A hoarse window!
The access has my heart was bungled!
Anything more stole!
For the good of the others for the evil of my freedom no poem for that
I do not have words anymore, I,
I love you speechless you loves me
without weight yes you love
and you inflate the hope make you balloons which run away from my fingers I take off towards the hope
I refuse that it expires before dawn and my faith!
Henceforth I practise the view of height as your father
I notice the damages but, well!
You believe that you is well better
of a single movement one forget the images
which you make of you
And the reverences of these men
who comply as rats I come from a place or we never win nothing
or the love is lawless or we dream about the life q' one have not
or the girls as you are a kind of emblem!
It is for that, my heart!
It is for that
that my heart did not die in your arms

“the friend”

… in the transcendence of the every day things;
… things which are touched, which are seen and which claims to be precise

I saw you and comprise...like we watch a film which has a direction, a morals!
universe isolated in a world; … a carved embryo!

travel without memory nor destination…
… I understood your beauty!
I had the smiling heart of it
a beauty which we don't want for oneself… the essential which isn't kept and there! .....

… I saw the body of the world being erased
you were the young girl
and I wanted that we are introduced…
… adorable crooked love
it is beautiful which it is for “the friend”! … I swear you that you were beautiful!

beautiful like a woman we marry !
I became to you a brother; then the door was closed
I wanted to say them thank you! to the remains of you already left

I hear already the day when it will be sung
you are the first caress of a life I invented

"an idea of you"

an imaginary kiss in the night!
on the music of your dreams!
just a witness of the beauty of the world
place the night to the hereafter
sigh the moon in your arms
me I know on what everything restsme I exist by an idea of you

"the painting of the wind"

don't be sad, my heart, is pretending!
our lives, they're art!
our hearts are the painting of the wind.
unsoundable,
history of our dreams
illuminate the immaculate cemeteries,
our faith moves the trees with a dry wind.
at first light of dawn
death blows the fertility
these bodies without luxury,
without remedy rest in peace
in the most beautiful, the noblest of the torments
don't be sad, my heart, is pretending!
our lives, they're art
our hearts are the painting of the wind.

“we are alone in the world”

I'm waiting since months,
thousands of dreams,
the gentleness of the night,
an angel.
I'm hearing voices
which are supporting me,
an immaterial body,
my own world.

We need so much help,
our greatest values,
move us away from the earth,
we are alone in the world.
We need so much help,
and an inhuman effort,
to stand out from the stone,
an immense love.

I'm waiting for the night,
to hide my sorrows,
every day of my life
in trance.
I'm waiting since months,
I'm feeling really sorry for me,
somebody from the hereafter
is missing me.