Your words

Your words, blade of ice

in my flesh’s heart.

You want to suck my soul

twisted and torn me to shreds

as dirty cloths in the wind

Your words, tongue of fire

in my white soul.

You want to scratch me to blood

reduce me to a shapeless heap of pain

like a coal sack in the fireplace

Your words, stolen from the street

in your dirty mouth, push me adrift

away from your restless anger

and from your insane mania of man.

Body 's decay

Time flows away

slowly and motionless

into the laguna's artery

Red fluid pouring from

the shabby pasteboard walls 

into the golden beating heart

Decrepit gondolas slip

like scarlet blood cells

in the city's veins

The face, an eyeless mask

fixing into the void 

smiling into the abyss

The smell of the swamp 

fecal waste of an old man

waiting for the death.

Freedom

Fresh breeze in a wheat field

Sound of the distant sea

Heavy mist in the green pine wood

Flour mill among the poppy flowers

and solitary boat lost in the tempest...

It permeates my mind

It gives me a reason to be

to feel different and variegated,

and to be conscious of being human.

Other world

Take me to a distant manor
where the sky doesn't exist
and the fire and the water melt.

Take me to a distant paradise
where the birds always sing
and the rain never falls

Take me to a distant planet
where we can walk upside-down
and fly like angels to the stars.

Ministrel in the dark

You, my minstrel of winter snow
I wait into the wind's blow
I hear out  your mystic music flows
Catching your magic glimmer glow


I, a sadic mistress of distress 
scowling in my scarlet dress
scrawling  a scrubby scratch
scrap of a screaming caress


We, fill with fire the finest feeling
we share foolish phantoms of love
full of fragile phobias from above
and fantasy story of old glory


Mine, the kiss of the miss in the bliss
yours, you miss the messy hiss' abyss
We, look at the murk cracking up..

Madness dream

Hard wind of madness
educational style in
phantomatic cargo,
while this moody child
honeymoon in blue...

Pirate of  infinity
illegal delirium
religious disillusion
crawl in my senses...

Forever young
in your dirty clothes,
welcome in the freak show...

Possible? It is, all
through the glass of a fake window...

Japanese shadows in a dream.

Goblin king

The whole life, your figure, I've admired

in the looking glass, your bright eyes,

maybe a bit lost, or maybe just scared

you, like me, light wings of butterflies.

Always however, like the morning fog,

you, gently, from me, slid down

you're the dream’s mist, the dust in a sticky bog

as a king who’s lost his golden crown

Thus, for long, my hope I’ve put in a box

with my dreams and hopes together

left to strong wind, nosed up to a dock

my Goblin king mirrored in me forever

In this dark labyrinth of fog

You were, smelling my heart’s quiver

Eyes into eyes into the black smog
Waiting for me near the deep gray river.