Terms of Unspoken

And as I'm dying this can't be the right end for me.
I want to abuse again the world.
Rape it.
Make it mine.
Living the excess.
Bring to the edge everything
And see all perish.
Lets usure, let us use.
Leave the body cold.
Leave the love, old.

Something new for get excited.
Bored by the usual.
New sensations,
Asking for the persecution of the bliss.
Loosing the external me.
Shooting right in your eyes.
A gun in my heand.
Can't any of you see the death?
Make Her take you!
Let me be possesed by her.
Killing for the freedom,
Killing for peace,
Killing for love,
Killing for hate,
Killing for living.
Help me becoming a God,
Assassinate me.
Help me having a legend,
Assasinate me.
Kiss me.
Don't talk. Don't move.
Pleasure.
The end is for my dreams,
My body is all eletricized,
Ready to hit you.
Ready to love you.
Ready to terrorize you.
A botle as a friend, gave me the force.
Makes me true this pain.
I don't seek for it:
It's a desire.
Unspoken my wishes remains.
You like it?
I love this.

Telefonino Random

Apatia nelle strade e nelle case.
Nudi davanti a schermi vuoti,
Con la paura di pianeti bianchi.
Mi trovo senza la mia immagine.
Ti mostrerò il mondo in cui vivo.
Parteciperai alla mia gioia senza colore né sapore.
Affiderò alle tue mani il mio corpo restio.
Tu liberalo dai cavi.
Poi chissà che le mie parole
Sapranno parlarti.
Vieni in questa apatia, lasciala pervaderti.
Ci addormenteremo beati,
Ci addormenteremo beati.

Cristal Skies

Stars suspended on linen wires.
Paper satellites cross the sky.
The face of the moon disappears
[Covered by black curtains]
I’ve taken few drops, but I’ve fallen asleep.

And it’s passed some time trough my closed eyelids,
Shadows dance for me behind the lights.

Cristal skies shatters.
Sand castles collapse, enlightened
By spheres of light on lined lamps.
And a sea in which I’ve put myself to drown.

And it’s passed some time trough my closed eyelids,
Shadows dance for me behind the lights.

White beaches of salt,
Impend by waves of sparkling wine.
Rings of planets spin away,
Distant from my thoughts’ orbits, I’ve alienated.

Soft clouds of wadding,
Pastry air on the head.
A rainbow, black, in the twilight.
I’ve taken few drops, but I’ve fallen asleep.

And it’s passed some time trough my closed eyelids,
Shadows dance for me behind the lights.

Kitten

And still, as iron
His eyes cold as the day.
Nothing of a lion,
But a kitten.
So alone in the pat
Of death,
Awaiting for us
To step in the dark.
Yellow scars.
Show the trail
Departed from our luxury
And ended with all the days.

|| Published in occasion of Wine&Roses's photo "Sunshine Kitten"

Rearranged Version

Notte al Quindicesimo Piano

Guardo quest'abisso profondissimo
E rimango piacevolmente stupito
Di come un vecchio brivido
Mi porti verso l'infinito,
Riposto sotto questo cielo livido.
Batte il cuore un ritmo.

Naufrago

Va affievolendosi il vento tra le tamerici.
Cala la brezza del tramonto.
Lo sciabordio delle onde,
Infondo alla spiaggia,
Tra riflessi dorati e lingue di fuoco,
Culla il naufrago.
Rapide occhiate, dalla scogliera,
Inquadrano il vero problema:
Se dietro è una montagna
Davanti è l'infinito dell'acqua.

E colmare la visione è impossibile.

Ricordi Spezzati del Deserto

Ricordi spezzati del deserto.
Balocchi d'immagini su verdi muri,
Ed i granuli trasfigurati e'l capello al vento.
Il tempo rimane lento.

Ricordi spezzati del deserto.
Bizzarri movimenti d'ombre lasciate all'atmosfera,
Quale dolce promessa di una diversa
Di ciò che invece era.

Cammina e abbandona
Impronte nella sabbia, fresco,
Il nostro piede.
Tralascia questo disordine,
Torna, ritorna.

|| Published With The Photo " Leave Another Day" on Flickr

Notte Sul Mare

Giunge non vista
La pioggia odorosa,
E'l tocca con velo
La foglia bruna,
E'l macchia la sabbia mista.
L'odor si confonde della rosa
E la tua figura pare lo stelo
Alla luce nuova di questa luna.

Geme l'acqua grigia
Del mar sugli scogli,
Copiosa risgorga cerule
Dai mille solchi.
Si bagna la tua guancia ligia
E tocca la stilla i fogli,
Impronta del ricordo, che esule
Rimane delle lacrime gli occhi.

White Desert

Me and You as walking
As loosing ourself.
Turning less the head back,
More often the glance comes ahead.
Escaping from all of them,
Running away from us again.
The white of this desolation,
Makes more simple than allways,
For the hand to touch the earth.
And as this salt comes in my mouth,
You really have to shout it out,
About our imperfection. But
Through this isolation,
We'll find our true immagination.
There's no desert infero for us,
We'll not burn for our sin,
Just dieing for it.
Never go back, don't search for black
It's You and I, lost for ever.

|| Published With The Photo " You and I, Lost For Ever" on Flickr

Sfiorire

Il vento gioca con le foglie ed io avvizzisco.
Lento entra il respiro,
Io sogno, neanche dormendo
Il sonno di un ghiro.
La goccia pervade il mio spirito;
Finisco quest’ultimo giro,
E poi la smetto con questo sbaglio.
Il giorno, eppur, non è ancora finito.
Cesserò forse, con la bruma che accecò il sole
E con una lettera in cui non ci siano solo parole.

Contro la Rivoluzione

Contro la rivoluzione.
Contro la rivoluzione urlano.
Cadiamo assieme, perdiamoci assieme,
E poi la sera lieve e fonda, accompagnandoci,
Assicurerà ai nostri mostri un posto teso
All'illimitato universo del nostro firmamento.
Incamminiamoci verso un altro intrattenimento
che dei nostri fantasmi non faccia affidamento
Urlano ancora. Urlano e la rivoluzione cade.
Alla sera lo scheletro dorato abbandonato giace.
Tutti i sogni e le speranze e i progetti andati persi.
D'ardente non rimane alcun fuoco, solo poca brace.
Ombre stanche che riposano su spiagge innevate,
Scordate dal sole, che luminoso tamburella
Sull'ocra sconfinato del deserto e nasconde
Il sogno, fresco e lucente del mare.
Anche quei lunghi profili indicano l'acqua
E risuonano l'amaro d'un pensiero distorto d'azzurre sponde.

Made with the collaboration of Emiliano Sartorelli

Sitting in the Dark

Sitting in the dark,

Trying to read without fortune,

I’m waiting to leave.

The emptiness inside.

This time I’ve touched the ground.

It’s been a while I haven’t see the stars,

But I didn’t even turn my head.

The future, that is waiting, falls

And I can’t find it ahead.

Why should I be out of my mind?

Why should I shout to the night?

I’ll go, I’ll reach the mall

So to die really alone.

Sitting in the dark,

Trying to stay awake without fortune,

I’ll fall asleep quickly.

The emptiness inside.

But I don’t want to dream again,

To see all those faces in the waves.

I’ve pretended to be real another time,

But as I’m walking here,

Lying my feet on the cold ground,

I know I’m not.

Beautiful Light Night

Nocturne attacks shake the consciousness.
I don’t know where or why, but my stomach doesn’t relax.
Between pleasure and pain the lip’s bleeding,
I now feel all that life that I didn’t have jet.
A design left incomplete,
Like those experiences gone and never tested again.

I didn’t want to come back in time,
I would have preferred to disappear.

From the window the night watches me.
Thinking again of all I’ve sew on my skin,
Of all my desires and my obstinacy.
Why do I still think about it? It’s only a problem of form.
I wanted to decide the future I knew,
Now I only try to understand how the past has been.

I didn’t want to come back in time,
I would have preferred to disappear.

If there wasn’t the dark on the bed,
If there wasn’t this reflex,
If there wasn’t the warmth to the stomach,
If there wasn’t the complete loss,
If there wasn’t the loneliness,
This night wouldn’t be so beautiful.

Through this darkness I’ve considered,
And founded the direction that no one ever indicated me.
Radical and aristocratic the detach.
It was me to undertake that road, and I know how much solitaire is,
But I don’t want to go back,
And once lost I’m not going to ask nobody to hold out a hand.

Slowly I’m forgetting the colors.
To force the line of some phrase now elapsed,
There has been always time enough.
From the isolation created from some useless conviction,
I’ve turned somewhere else the glance.
But always, in the half-light I find myself at last.

I didn’t want to come back in time,
I would have preferred to disappear.

If there wasn’t the dark on the bed,
If there wasn’t this reflex,
If there wasn’t the warmth to the stomach,
If there wasn’t the complete loss,
If there wasn’t the loneliness,
This night wouldn’t be so beautiful.

The stare captured among the shadows,
Confuses the real with everything that the mind throws up.
I fill the eyes with old light,
To wing away, where I’ve never been,
Where I don’t have no more dreams, or desires.
This night comforts me, I’m grateful to her once more.

If there wasn’t the dark on the bed,
If there wasn’t this reflex,
If there wasn’t the warmth to the stomach,
If there wasn’t the complete loss,
If there wasn’t the loneliness,
This night wouldn’t be so beautiful.

[English Version of Attacchi Notturni]

One More

Here with him,
A desert in mind.
Wind out side the windows.
As one day we will fall
We now live here,
Dancing for a stupid dream.

An other day
We will be togheter.
An other day
Dreaming.

This is for you,
My thought is with you.
A wave of resonable sadness
Comes to the head.
Next to me here,
Dancing for a stupid dream.

An other day
Passed togheter.
An other day
Dreaming.


(to Babi)

-First published on Alberto Blog 12 /12 /07

Seta

Lei lo guarda per un momento.
Poi si volta come d'improvviso.
Arriva tra i capelli il vento
E sparge i riflessi sul viso.
Gli occhi si oscurano al volto
Diritto verso un diverso logo;
Ed un fugace sorriso vien colto,
Privando d'oblio il ricordo.

Strusciavano le mani sulla seta,
Stropicciavano il corpo supino,
Steso non sulla terra lieta.
Il pensiero, lo definì fino:
Ma quel tremor lo scosse sì forte
Che lo sguardo al buio volse,
Portandolo lento alla morte,
Ma tra le braccia sue. Così lo colse.

A Moment of Reflection

Bending down the glance,
To something I never considered:
From the bottom how am I?
Behind me there is a fence,
But is something that I realized:
I know how I’d look like.

Twisted back the head,
The window above,
My name lost
In your rivers of words.

Turning left the body,
The air’s sounds are erased:
Do I still exist without any?
Tuning my temper to moody
Tend to be again grounded:
My hopes are too many.

Minded back to then,
The face alone,
The lane’s ghost
Shows me how I’m lost.

Footprints on the stone,
Are the only things left.
I’m not saying anything,
But echoes in my head,
Converse for me instead
There is some design on the wall,
Still I want to be sure,
If I’m not watching it,
It remains as I saw.

It is a moment of reflection:
I’m giving away

It is a moment of reflection:
I’m giving away

It is a moment of reflection:
I’m giving away

No Reason To Complain [complete version]

Unfortunately I have no reason to complain.
I don’t use a gun,
My father is not a Trans.
I can be sure of be
With a mother that isn’t a bitch.
My brother isn’t a pervert drugged,
Impossible to reach.

I’ve a place, water and a big case,
Where my future is located.
I had a noble childhood,
Nor I tried to hang up a loop.
I have an education,
And insurances for any situation.

I’ve all the means, but then tell me
Why can’t I stop complain?

I’ve friends and some love,
And my hands lack corns.
I had everything I needed,
Also those that I didn’t.
I have my stomach full,
And hurts though.

I’ve all the means, but then tell me
Why can’t I stop complain?

At school I don’t concentrate.
What's work I can’t even explain.
My head is in somewhere-else place.

I’ve all the means, but then tell me
Why can’t I stop complain?

Mask

Won’t I find a way to speak silently?
Did you really know all of my life?
Wonted to find more of me,
But didn’t you realized that
It was you to put a mask on me?

Something I wasn’t I was for you.
Where you thing was I?
It was just an illusion made for me,
But I didn’t even realized that
It was you that put a mask on me.

This china is cold on my skin,
I didn’t realize it was like this.

Avery day passed was a lie.
Well I’ll better try to get over the sky.

I remember the first day free.
No more mask and finally, a breathe.
After a little it felt strange,
With all that air spreading on the face.
But I could give one final glance.

Avery day passed was a lie.
Well I’ll better try to get over the sky.

Released with Mask (photo)
Photo

Eight in the morning

Here's my book and a pen
Eight in the morning and
It's a while that I don't see you.
I’m wondering about all of this
I would not say I need you.
But I do have a strange feeling.

My dream is to walk away
To reach you in some fairy-place
And to remain.

There is no strength for more pain.
I’ve reached no turning point
No rest in this walk under the rain.
At home, the sheets of the bed left undone,
I can’t have no sleep, But I need a dream.

My dream is to walk away
To reach you in some fairy-place
And to remain.

Dark Room

This perfume and I’m in another room.
Gentle and unique it takes me
To another time that has never ceased.

The light confuses the perimeters of things.
So I remain contemplating the real
Motionless and sitting: I’ve never moved.

I’m not going with you.
I don’t want to see the sky getting blue.

Some time in a while I comeback.
I leave this place for half-light places
Where the profile is less clear.

It confuses the figure with the rest
And the thoughts are mystify
Yet I’ve never felt better.

I’m not going with you.
I don’t want to see the sky getting blue.