'to M.my verses were for you- and were not for you'
‘Are you mute and deaf at the same time?’- was her approaching line. ’Was it a ghost, a god or a visionwhich provoked your senses´ collision, or just an excess of red wine?’. The inquiry deserved a reactionso the poet sweetly resorted: ’Don’t judge me for my silent sighsor because my looks are stupid:Lady, where your beauty resides There’s no place for other beauty’.
In tender years no rose’s aware of beauty,Still her petals, closed to outter reignsRefuse its colours, shy to every eye.Reluctant creature, hiding’s only duty.Time’s conspiracy arrived at lastwith delicate steps, approachingOne very concrete morning -loving consequence of many passedMorning dew showers a bliss;Smiling, a first ray of light descends,Sculpting perfection with a kiss...Mixed in odd essences and scentFinally Beauty’s unleashed,In undisputed, irresistible trend.
Among all prodigies I’ve knownOr the human eye’s ever raptured;Ev’ry earthly kingdoms and thrones,Peaces and wars, history’s ever captured.Through world’s greatest revolutionsEven the noblest man himself amazesThat only true love means evolutionThat Beauty simplest things embraces:The joy in the newborne’s first cry-Embracing life in all its flavours;The tender yearning for absent lover’s sighMeans nothing compared to your favourFor the sweet miracle of your smileWas not revealed to human labour.
ICan live twenty thousand lifes In twenty thousand different landsBut all the living is deadEven me, if you are apart;Can fight one hundred yearsAnd win a battle each day,But if I can’t conquer your heart,My empire is a worthless gain;Can spend my days without food,Forget to sleep at night-That I can bare alright-But can’t survive without youCan build a fortune in an hourAnd spend it in a minuteYet it would be no virtueIf I didn’t buy you flowers;Can write many poems,Inspire love, create art; Without a muse to my chantAll verses soon be rotten...
In my night it appeared suddenly,Like a stranger twisting around a corner,A lost friend or a striking thunder-Its noise lifted me violently.It was a blue light, tender, warm.In the dense mist of my obscurity’twas revealed to me- a lonely minority-’A blend of Dreams, Beauty and Art’.I was carefully blinded in a glimpse:For the things I saw, I saw nevermoreYet my eyes witnessed the core,Which the light of Reason flings,Hope slowly neglects,Books and Science deny,Mankind cruelly forgets.Gazing at this wondrous fireImmersed in the Ocean’s blaze I finally opened the gatesAnd the world, defeated, retired.Your eyes- naughty little twinsInside a Lighthouse- now guideMy daily battles, my every win.
Where are you going lady of my dreams?Aware that your presence infringes great harmFrom myself away you gracefully depart-Thus of a wasted land now I am Prince.See my Princess dancing outside my realms,Where the cold flesh meets the Death...Where hope resides, you’ll find not her heartYet without it I’m a hollowed beast.But Love makes appearance in strangest tones:When your eyes from my eyes retire;When I grasp from the rose just the thornsAnd I’m forced to restrain my desire.’Cause in dreams you were mine, mine alone-now I share you with the world entire.
Love me for my mind, not for my bodyFor my thoughts and verses are immuneTo every year added- an Eternity soon-Freshly conserved, pure and holy.Love me for my art, not for my looksFor my quest is unattainable:And your eyes fairer than my fables,More than past or future books.Yes, I love you for your beautyWhile only your beauty I refuseFor I love you beyond all duty.You are ev’ry poet’s (a)museRe-versed, spiced and naughtyThe star that burns my fuse.
I’m a Clown-When your smile...And I’m lostLike a ghostIf the Half MoonAppears in my gloom.I’m a Slave-Of your eyes...And I bare my chainsWith great Joy as requiredTo fulfil your desires.I’m a Stupid-When you lie…Even sober and lucidI would give my lifeFor your every wordFor your every chord.I’m a Poet-When you deny...Even gravity’s defied!Let there be verses in my pocket,Between you and I thenLove ascends like a rocket.I’m a Friend-When you cry...As an ocean dry,For many years-For your tears-I will remain...’til I murder my thirst’til I’m drown again.I’m a Question-When you love......Am I your Lover?
Another day closes,Missing the roses.Another sun sinksInto the horizonWhile I still think The utmost reasonWhy your smile is imprisonedBeyond firewalls and bytesAbsent to my repliesDeaf to my cries. Lost in the webspaceMy messages float And I can’t find my paceMy wellness, my song.Something is lackingAnd I can’t percieveAnything but grief-The perfume from the rosesThe tenderness in your kissingAll gone in the processOf these informatic abysses.
(Your two drops of heaven)O Fate, that she’d be there!-…least she be there soon.I murder my hours, hungry of her,Assume my wasted lifeInterludes between your looms‘Hope is burnt in ev’ry sunrise,Still reborn with ev’ry night’-To discover that Turandot was right!And finally, in a blade of delight Love’s awaited curtain will rise.That I am: to be your groom -Your heart beating in my Lair-The light that guides, the flareThat burns your blue lagoons.(Your two drops of heaven)
Love, are you to me the loneliest partner?From an intrincated maze your hand guides meAway to enchanted fields of loaded dices,Broken darts and bribed fairies;Corrupted dwarfs and poisoned daisieswhere tragedy shines ever brighter. Luck is a foe to me, a stranger;An unborn creature I’ve never met;A myth, a legend, a mere superstitionThat, by turning all Good in me, reverse,Confirms my worst intuitions: Love and Dis-pair share the same empty path,Where my bleeding heart writes the darkest paragraphs.
Let me believe in what’s impossible,’Cause I got Faith for the two of us.Let me bet against all odds,’Cause I got luck for the two of us.Let me wait in silence for the miracle,’Cause I got Patience for the two of us.Help me keep every door open,’Cause I got hope for the two of us.Let me insist and change your Oracle,’Cause I got future for the two of us.Let me understand all your secrets,’Cause I got trust for the two of us.Let me walk into your darkness- hand in hand’Cause I got light for the two of us.Let me build a new planet,Where I got room for the two of us-And only for the two of us.Let me glue our hearts together,For only one I can love,And that one be the two of us.
God give me new eyes, for mine are uselessTo grasp the wonder which troubles my heart.Left my veins to your mercy, you tear them apartWith a dagger of silence, a sharpened finesse.May God provide me with a different wisdom,The kind that solves the yearning mistery:That secret art, that envied courtesy-Which traps your heart into my kingdom.God instruct me into Love’s unfinished mazeFor my course is cursed by your wicked aura,My doom fooled softly by your oceans’ glaze. Let me be that hidden, unspoken chord;The unforged key that your heart outsorts,The heavenly thief that your smile unlocks.
When heart’s kidnapped into love’s mazeUseless is reason, brain is a slaveUnable to guess, to reckon what’s fair-Cruel is to judge, vain to comprehend.For Love’s puzzle has no solution:Being innocent or guilty, true or false It can’t lead us to severe conclusions-They are built for irrelevant factsNot for the heart’s intrusion.Therefore your past I will dig no more,For all the things you told before,Whether lie or confession, Whether reality or inventionAre mere accessories to the core.Though Flesh is reluctant to trust,To believe in things beyond our senses,When reason’s raptured by another heartA kinder world appears behind our lenses.So let your heart embrace its intention!Your lips abridge the sublimed expressionA life-worth sentence that lingersSilent in the abyss of your soul,A whole uni-verse in itself alone.Age and name, place and family;Job, friends or nationality;Who cares!- they’ll all be gone, Erased in a century or so,Outweighted, outlasted, outraced, By your laugh, your lips, your smile;Your mind -your Highness- your eyes... Love me, my only love,For our love may be no exceptionTo the common eye, yet miraculousIn evr’y sign, form and direction.
It is ambition that makes the Earth rumble:Like an earthquake destroys weaker wills, Capitalizing al most favourable windsTo its advantage- every obstacle tumbles. As a devilish woman before you Already more than twice has temptedTo win for her cause your seven senses-Dressing sexy, heels and glossy lips will do. It’s a party like hell’s never seen it:She’s shaking her hips in wildest paranoia-A lustful rising dance with no zenithWhere Belarus meets California. A sudden silent hit and out love’s knocked me,With its ruthless, ravishing ceremony.I praise to you, blonde ambitioned thief!!For yours’ my sweetest victory.
Immersed were we in the cliffs and valleys,In the drowned sighs of our nocturnal game,Up above the obscurity and the lameUbiquitous vanity of the starry alley.Glowing, twisting, touching, soothing;A hurricane, an ever burning pyre,An spiral of submission and desire,Each one in the other-self expiring.Then curiosity slipped the query,A petal blooming from your breast,With a scent that floods my ev’ry:‘If you’d be any person in hist’ry’-Your eyes whispered to my chest-‘who’d you choose to be?’
Ask me not about my name-I prefer you re-baptize me.Ask me not about my past-‘cause today my life has started.Ask me not if this will last-I’ll never take you for granted.Ask me not about the future-For you are my life to come.Ask me not about my homeland-It depends where you are standing.Ask me not about Love-It’s unknown to understanding.Ask me not what’s wrong or right-I will give it a try!Ask me not what’s true or false-Only follow my heart.Ask me just how I’d love you-For I’d love you as much as I could-As long as you would.
When two – like us- fear not the distance(Our minds linked by a higher, tougher bind);When two -like us- rise above the killing silence, (Defining absence, as ‘Time to think of the other’);When two –like us- feel the World as a big nonsense(Except for the moments we spend together);When two -like us- build our own heaven online(An imagined cloud of pink intense)When two –like us- ambition love in every tense...(Past – as an eternal, preluded hope- an intuition;Present – continuous joy of the soul – a smiling bliss;Future – a constantly improved repetition).Then, our mortal flesh rises aboveThe Earthly miseries and limitationsAnd through Love’s sacred intentionsIgnores the rules of Mother Nature:Is it true that we all die in the end?Spring always returns after Winterand Sun-shines before Stars blinker in a tireless, never ending trend.Thus, every little worldly thing cyclesOver and over, round after roundTransformed, alive, better recycled.And being (our) Love more important- swears himself over the Bible -wouldn’t it deserve to be immortal?
Had I not seen an intuition of love in yourselfHad I not told my hopes that they were no longer filedHad I not felt a little life in me when you smiled,A little death inside when our paths denied to converge...Had I not seen the timid kindness beneath your beautyHad I not tasted the sweetest look from yourfierceful eyesHad I not known the happiness your presence lightsOr the tenderness in every of your daily duties...Had I not been touched by your words and lettersHad I not been embraced by your compassionHad I not been consumed by my flaming passionAnd resurrected by your lips for the better...Had I not realized that it is you and no otherHad I not recognized Destiny’s loaded dicesHad I not legalized all of your poisoned devices,And all your ways of loving- secretly encoded.Then, would I not be less human and less wiser?My mistakes be smaller, my success a masqueradeMy regrets a mountain, my tears a fountain,My dear world a dead sphere and God a mere supervisor.If by heaven’s policy you’d not been on my paradeThen we’d all wear black at the carnival -It was a funeral for certain.
How I love, and how I hate your silence!-While your mind lays secluded in my corner-Your lips bleeding, sewed one to the otherForced to close by the needle of my offence.How I miss your words, escaping like feathers!!Yet I miss our future days more dearly,’Cause I’ve seen them all happen very clearlyBetween pillows of blood and broken sonnets.Madame,Are you the blonde lady who’s Judge and JuryWhose heart now lodges both love and fury?I’m just guilty of loving, but guilty in the end.Signed- Your criminal lover, invisible friend.
Every word from you ,Just the tiniest phrase,Draws a smile on my face,Built with permanent glue...Now your lips are sealed with violence-And I’ve discoveredHow I hate your silence. Why this sudden void,Why this turning point-Has your brain, beloved,Turned from friend to foe?
My soul is darkerMy eyes are scaryMy smile has left meWhere is my fairy?My heart wandersIn a hopeless territory.In your absenceI’m a senseless droid,For me there’s no heavenNo hell, no glory.
I am thunder, you are rayI chase you, radiant pray;I praise you, ardent way!!Like a golden bridge, a link of light,A fragile sta(i)rway of electric fear,One blonde rope of hair appearedAmong the silence-darkened sky.Hear the mighty voice of thunderLike a scream behind your eyes-Cosmic lights that got me blind,Awaking night and ev’ry dream under.How can a blinded man catch a ray?Lady, even buried in my grave Still your favour I’d persuadeFor my vision is harmed, not my Faith.
In the cold desert nights, out in meditationBlown away by the dry wind of your silenceHeartbeat’s echo shouts in my ears with violenceWhile my pencil verses down its sad dictation.Despite friends’ effort to comfort my sighsA much sweeter company I find in my foes;Upon infected wounds, I renew the broken vows Of my black and white, silent filmed afterlife.(Is this goodbye or just a cruel pause?)To your first new word I save my applause -Whilst your voice rests secluded in your sleep-Pondering how much I weight in your dreamsAs Real Love seems excluded from our clause.In rough times by your heart’s isolation I am Captain in command of your ordersSailing through circular winds of nonsenseIn a wrecked ship with uncertain destination.Are my hopes too high or your faith too low?Are my kisses sugar that your lips taste sour?Are my roses frozen under a layer of snow?Must I keep on searching for your hidden glow ?Must I keep on rowing in a sinking boat,When love’s at sight but your timing too slow?
Your letters appear in my aftermorningsAlthough I consider you a nightly flower:In darkness before you all roses bow loweredYour lustful scent keeps the starlight burningQuite a rare vegetal you are, my sweetheart!-Reddish lips satanic which desire finds guilty,Eyes which glow bluer than God almighty-Quite a voluble muscle of emotions you have!Like a humble daisy by a rose enchantedMy heart strips out of his armour of metal:Your smile slips- and my hope is granted.(Yet perhaps your love is a cruel invention and my love then completely out of the question)I was warned that your thorns are lethalThat the blind blonde horse is a reckless betThat the winning horse is already setBut my life begins -or ends- in a petal.
For my health and the betterI shall have to dismiss you;To paint over your spheres blueWith a dark coloured layer.For my smile later or soonerI shall bury my fake empire;A past queen burns in the pyre To new lovers sings the crooner.For peace and quietness of spiritI shall arrange my veils quiet-lySilently sailing a sunless sea -A pearled Moon my soul’s stirring.
I feel meaningless and hollow-My heart a lifeless burden,Myself a piece of sorrow.A sad curtain of despairCovers all happy hopes and expectations-Resurrecting all my ghosts and confrontations.For TODAY is that cruel dayMy inner voice I have heard-Saying “Love to me is unfair”.
A so cruel cruelty was never believed: My purest love, for you a mere distractionStill can’t concrete a reason for such actionThe highest from of Evil could not conceiveIs it the devil in you, you’ve got to please?Are your funny laughs worth of my pain?Your saddest form of art happens to explain Why a Clown smiles, when his happiness cease.A secret receipt, a sacred beverage bittersweet Carelessly poured in your cup of conquestsThe warm liquid of my tears lies left to drink.For my heart was served and eaten alreadyAs main course for your appetite’s sake Dear hungry, marmalady blonde milady.
How uncertain Fate appears to the loverAlways pursuing, always on the chaseFollowing her lead, her tortuous trace:Diamantine eyes under night’s cooly cover.Reluctant lady who denies his embraceYet allows him peeping a subtle lecture,So his hope survives with the tiniest gesture;His heart is secured, not forgotten her face.How often love reveals itself without structure!For the self-pleasured cause of her distraction,Bewildered his will for an instant rapture.There’s no blend without appropriate mixtureThere’s no rupture without a previous attractionAnd there’s no heart inside a living Sculpture.
If you departMy smile, That smile that you love so muchThat shy smile that your lips never touchWill lose its art.If you departMy eyes,Those eyes that subtly hypnotize youThose green eyes that confront your eyes blue Will close up.If you departMy Heart,That heart that speaks for the two of usThat kind heart that inspires your laugh Will tear apart. Then,My sighs be longer than my pride,My days darker than my nights.
It is not my destiny, nor my foes I fear;Not the sudden, cold embrace of Death: Like a silver sword calling for fleshThe sweetest sonnet whispers to my ear. ‘This will hurt’- her music sounds so near.Rush hour- yet my last words not been said:‘Maybe heaven is too far for human breath......my soul finds her earthly Hell more dear’.The fallen angel inside me does not careFor God’s Sacred Will or His Holy Wrath: ‘I just don’t want to fly back’- if you’re not there.My heart bleeds out: ‘I don’t ever want to die!’Eternally seeing myself in your blue mirrors, My twice Eden!!- but you are scared to sigh.
Oh broken angel of acid-lucid eyesHow I love your many ways of lying!-then your tender, careless ways of denying,The bitter hollow that in your heart resides.Oh wicked angel, you are seldom sober!!And I’m a night tease inside a far bubble,An entertainer for your wine-cottoned crowd,A recreational drug, a one-page BibleA washed-out verse to your ruthless hangover.Oh blue-stoned angel, oh icecube love(r)!!!A salted tear falls red over my keyboardWhile roses dead you drop before my graveyard-kissed goodbye by the razor wings of the Dove.Finally the darkest day salutes my soul,Dressed up in a sinister silver smile- a kind, black etiquette that suits my heart fine;- a white, virgin sheet where my last verses I pour.
Once again I return to my cave of Despair...How dearly she welcomes me!- like a newlywedEmbracing me with the cold shelter of DeathHer miraculous eyes shape my heart’s repair.Love, like an early bird I flee from your sideCasted away from the root of all my dreams.No more will I look into your golden stream!And surrender, seduced by the whispers of Tide.In my light and in my sleep I have chased your toesAnd lost my Faith sailing every promised land.Farewell, my cruel teacher, Master of all woes:Let’s part now before we enemies becomeLike a bleeding wound the crossroad reveals to us...Choose a way!!- so I May take the opposite path.