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My Italian poetry

If we meet one day ...

If we meet one day ...

it will be a chance.

But maybe it does not matter,

Yes, and quite scary for us,

After all souls are dying of despair.

If we meet one day,

may be old.

and the world changed on us,

And life goes through circles,

As to the hype.

If we once met,

What I can tell you:

It was all love,

but turned only pain,

My heart hurts again.

If we meet one day,

Memories flash light,

But this flash burns

And in the past does not return,

Where long road no.

If we meet one day,

That meeting will be in the New Year.

Do you know why, do not ask ...

do not know?

So - Idiot!

If we meet once

And you ask for my response,

So I am ready even to cry out,

But promolvlyu whisper: "No." ...

If we meet one day ...

Without summarizing

and without error that made everyone -

We both made a lot of them.

During this life was to our strict.

If we meet once

with the same life plan,

With the same aim important - To love one another,

repeat will not, as Tatiana,

What I really another girlfriend.

If we meet one day,

And it will be coincidence,

I wait that you'll tell me,

And maybe "yes" I say inadvertently.

****

the warm sun of Sicily

I life traded his,

on roses with thorns, and lilies,

growing in the southern garden.

career at sea, and the name - the mountains,

Where a free life in the lush expanse,

And the wind in their homes opens the shutter.

where the truth lies where?

dispute desire and duty.

have not thought of even a girl.

Awards diplomas and Forbes , finally,

Change to life with a shepherd and sheep.

**

When a lot of random thoughts swarming

In my head, drove away them away,

Suppose I think that later will be rewarded handsomely

all those who criticize my choice was not averse.

all those who lived with the plan

AND thought only right,

valued only money,

walked toward the goal stubbornly.

Who gave his life to screens iPad 's,

Forgetting instructions to attendants and grandfathers.

who believed in America or Russia,

Who would have thought that Putin, perhaps, the Messiah,

Who has not noticed around niente che sia .

Goodbye friends, and before meeting in Messina!

September 27, 2010

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The Dark Side Of Solitude # 2


is the malaise of the time
The expanding epidemic
The party is over we go down that ice
Thoughts reason
eyelids dropped es, gray face

(...) Are we the playthings of fate Remember
moments divine
Planas, exploded in the morning
And now we're alone
Lost dreams of love
The time when we had done nothing
We have a lifetime to cry
And now we're alone. Protects

Moi Placebo-

NOTE: * (My French is much worse, I hope that the construction of correct verbro oo).
Ah, what I write is usually not autobiographical, I do not like to flaunt my life venti.A four times, I draw inspiration, but these stories are only written when I cast the good inspiration.


The Dark Side of Loneliness
# 2-Je Vous en Prie, reveille-moi. (*)

violenza.Mi I need is a shock to return to vita.Per once again I find myself tangled in the sheets after yet another "short too much "and I still feel the warmth of the body that shared my last orgasm in this letto.O in cucina.O entrata.Ero so taken in by evil does not even remember where I had sex? Apparently yes.
I hurt everywhere, my head throbs and I have a warm salt atroce.Mi a sour taste from the mouth of stomaco.Tempo two seconds and are bent on the floor masseurs cesso.Mi get up the belly, which are swollen and I feel that soon I will have to ; return on that process.
I brush my teeth to take away the taste rancid and post-nauseante.Stiracchiamento risveglio.Passo behind the window, across the arrival hall in sala.Agguanto a rubber band from the "bowl-empty pockets," my gift madre.Lego hair in a bun on top of the head, I'll have a look orrdendo.Sento cold and I realize now that they are usually mutande.Mutande interdentale.Di thong thread ... not because we put them everywhere and they seem to shove fruit sadica.Mi extension of a mind on the couch in the corner and cascading the stereo, turn, turn up the volume and I taste my dose mattutina.Tocca to SOAD, Vicinity of a Obscenity.Sparo palla.Amo too early to cry. " LIAAAAAAR "
The only time I can follow the testo.Io I try to say" bananabananabananaterracottapie. "There can proprio.Rido like an idiot every time we do not prepare the riesco.Mi caffettiera.Intanto back in the bathroom to finish emptying my mattutino.Tutto this happens at a glacial pace that only veterans can be a hangover comprendere.Sembra to live in slow motion and rapid follow moments and I find myself in the kitchen to turn off the fuoco.Senza remind me of being out of the bathroom. Pas drôle?
I open the windows of the room that is inondée amia de lumière . Abbaglia.Chiudo the door I sbuffando.Controllo around if they have forgotten clothes or at least some sign of their usual passaggio.Come people Which leads me to read are always discreet and careful never to forget niente.E I feel ever more sola.Almeno if I had a sock, a hairpin ... something to use as a simulacrum . A seng of their passage in my life, as well as on my legs to corpo.Apro sconisciuti and unknown and they do not deign to forget something ...? bastards. No
well ... not that I'm a putain . I just think that sex is a passatempo.C 'is someone who collects stamps ... I collect orgasmi.Che can I do? I do not feel guilty and even me vergogno.Non they are seeking a ninfomane.Ma differently what we all end cercano.Alla who said that it is absolutely necessary to have sex after we met? People are much more sincere while having sex that while parlano.Preferisco that one is not hard, rather than spend two months behind and then find that you gay.Oppure if I see one that appeals to me because I do not make me? only is she a woman? ... you know that a large problem. I satisfy my corpo.Se my body is happy, my mind is relaxed and calm and I live appagata.E tranquilla.C 'is someone who collects stamps, eh ...
I pass from one bed to another. Prendo.Una is taken and then continues to joust bodies entwined, full of sparkling lights and flashes and palpitations colorati.Di galloping beats.
But I feel that after yet another sex session, a piece of me remains tied to that persona.Come if the memory that will a piece of me is true of my meat dishes slowly, slowly the skin thins, becomes increasingly trastarente, withered muscles and tendons become raffia secca.Mi'm wilting like a flower in a bouquet .
pity that my bouquet is composed only of myself.
I collapsed on the sofa, sipping coffee with calma.Ne smell the perfume, I mirror on its surface scura.Ne fetch a drop with the tip and suck avidamente.Ripeto the movement with two dita.Continuo to lick my fingers tapered . occhi.Mollo half closes his grip on the cup hits the floor spilling coffee ovunque.L 'aroma saturates the air. My hands glide over my body so meccanico.So already know what to do, where to go, where toccare.Un always the same path that I repeat for years and anni.Come when you walk from the bus ride home, the same strada.Stessi particolari.E you find yourself suddenly on the front door thinking how did you arrivato.E it all ends in less than two sencodi.Ansimo basta.Mi and has already missed that moment that I would change giornata.Mi divano.Osservo lift from the back of my hands.
And I cry.
pianto.Quando I do not know how nervous you are crying from frustration or you do not stop mai.Poi can think of many other thoughts and crying for their entry quelli.Fanno regrets, those "Ah! I my life I fully lived "in my dreams come true ... have rimpianti.E you realize that in those moments. Listening
external noises that come to me ... I miss orecchie.Francese.Quanto
I left too much non-deductible, and I realize now that I will never collect tutte.Anzi maybe I lost so much time ago that are now who knows where ...
perdessi.Le I left that I now regret having given up gettate.Mi tutto.La home, family, affetti.Non tornare.In is that I want that place was totally out luogo.Solo that you sometimes need to know where you started, fisicamente.Servono coordinates fisse.Un point partenza.Un point where the roll of wire Arianna.Un point where you know that, whatever happens, you can if you tornare.Anche sucks, if odi.Serve.
are young you can not comprendere.Si evadere.Lasciarsi just wants it all behind their backs and say, yell: Now decide where I go my passi.Ma at the worst you would have done as Tom Thumb, bread crumbs, sassolini.Un the discreet and secure way to mark the fact and be able to return ritch indietro.Ora like I'm lost in bosco.Senza a path in front of me or behind me.Sono the regrets of a life that create a prison. Do not have handles, crumbs or pebbles, wire or seguire.Soli.Soli stars like you've never stati.Perchè loneliness can not salvarti.Te creata.Ti six six built a scaffold and time you put the noose around collo.Ma Waiting for someone, some Executioner, give you the push finale.Perchè you are not brave enough to do it protrudes solo.Ti, observe the audience, attendi.Gli spectators are just ghosts that await you'll join them. I do not expect the
boia.Mi content with just a pubblico.Se I die, I want people to see there is my last performance ...

hear the words ... I try to scan and branding in my mind .... C'est
the malaise du moment ... Les pensées here glaces la raison ... Sommes nous les jouets du destin ...
I take only fragments, well I can not follow the flow ...
catch a phrase ...



nous reste toute une
The streets pour pleurer, et maintenant nous sommes tout seul.


The records with the nails in my attack, I will continue to bleed and bleed ... will not come until one day the Executioner.