Sweet Memories

Drops of waterfall I see

and colored balls bouncing

and children smiling at the feast of life.

Words stored in my veins I see

swept away by streams of memories

and children smiling at the feast of life.

And huge and blue the eyes I see

and cold and hungry hands getting warm

on the flames of my chest heated by wine.

A child is smiling at the feast of my life.

You are the breath I'm missing

9 month ago now

but still beautiful

maybe even more...

Storms are beating our head

and bead of melancholy hurting our rest

but since the first day of the verb to be

I've stared your eyes

you've licked my wounds

Who are you?

Who am I?

What is love?

You are the muse of yesterday and tomorrow

and I'm floating on spirit and flesh

you and me

no ties to the world

pieces of heart thrown here and there

looking for freedom and flowering trees.

I'm the green palm of your sunny waterfront,

I'm cedar and ocean and deep,

you are wood and marble and ivory

horizon, trip and uncharted path

We are misunderstandings deceits hypocrisies

I’m the breath you are missing

You are the fist tightening dreams in my throat…



Bella - Bello

From The Muse of My Muse

I miss you

Swing spot
Captain my Captain
Answers and deeds in a landscape of ink
you want me paint.
Frame of mind
You want to make yours, rounds of hell of mine
While your verbs are looking for pieces of truth
On my hand palm o heart my heart
I'm keeping on sculpt
Steps to the starway of our osmosis
To take you
to the tips of my Paradise
Where interwined legs
Arm hair and hands likewise
Over cream of cloud and rain will be
And on your lips with tongues of fire I'll sing
And for you the flag will flung
And for you the bugle will trill
For you bouquets,wreaths, shores and ships
For you this arm beneath your head
Dreamer my dreamer my bed!
I do not answer you are right
My lips are pale and still
And I have no pulse nor will
But in the infinite ocean of your eyes
at the same horizon where the power
of your water depth meets my wonderful skies
There I will write my musical scores
There I will draw all the gold notes
There you will bright I guess
all the dark pauses of my soul o princess,
my princess!
And looking in the mirror you will see
more clear than I've ever done
my ship anchored safe and sound
my voyage closed and bound.
I won't bypass all your question marks
As he who runs for life like an athlete
I will burn every inch separates us
You'll be my finishing line
me, a sunbeam to warm your breast, once again.
O goodness my goodness!

From the other side of the moon

I love your words.

Thank you so much.

You are the muse of my muse

You are my expectation
my faculty to indulge.
In your thoughts
in your braided words
as reeds of baskets
I surrender...
I get lost...
I am welcomed...
Now, for a moment, for ever...
You are my expectations
and with my desires of you,
of your hands,
your tongue,
your mouths
you live and multiply in my mind
while my volition desperately flap
against language's walls.
I know maybe wait is long
but the dream of you is not over
cause you are the one
who was to come
you are the one who was to paralyze my heart.
You are the world and the house
I have learned to live in.
You are my waiting
my absolute sentiment