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The Holy Land

I found Jericho,
I too had my Palestine,
and the clear waters of the Jordan,
the walls of the asylum
were the walls of Jericho
and a puddle of contaminated water
baptised us all.
 
We were Jews in there
and the Pharisees were up high
and the Messiah was there too
blended among the crowd:
a lunatic screaming at the Sky
all his love for God.
 
We all, gang of ascetics
we were like birds
and every so often a dark
net imprisoned us
but we went towards the Masses,
our Lord's Masses
and Christ the Saviour.
 
We were washed and buried,
we smelt like incense.
And then, when we loved
we were given electroshock
because, they said, a lunatic
cannot love anyone.
 
But one day from inside the sepulchre
I too woke up again
and I too like Jesus
had my resurrection,
but I didn't ascend to the Heavens
I went down to Hell
whence I amazed look again
at the walls of ancient Jericho.
 

Those Like Me

Those like me hand out dreams, even at the cost of being left dreamless…
Those like me give away their soul,
because a soul is like a drop of water in the desert.
Those like me stretch out a hand and help you get up,
while running the risk of falling in turn.
Those like me look ahead,
even if their heart is some steps behind
Those like me search for a meaning to existence and, on finding it,
try to impart it to the ones who just survive.
Those like me, when in love, love forever.
and if they stop, it’s only because
small fragments of being
lie powerless in the hands of life.
Those like me pursue the dream
of being loved for what they are
and not for what they are expected to be.
Those like me travel the world striving for values that human souls have long forgotten
Those like me would really like to change,
but this would mean to be born again.
Those like me scream in silence,
so that their voice is not confused with tears.
Those like me are women whose hearts you are definitely going to break
because you know they’ll let you go, without a question.
Those like me love too much, even knowing that, in return,
they’ll receive nothing but crumbs.
Those like me feed on little and sadly build their existence on it
Those like me go unnoticed,
but they are the only women that will really love you
Those like me are the ones that, in the autumn of your life,
you will regret for what they might have given you
and you didn’t accept..
 

Love cannot be resisted

Love cannot be resisted
because the hands want to possess beauty
and do not leave a long time of silence.
Because love is living two thousand dreams
until the sublime kiss.
 

And then make love

And then make love.
No sex, just love.
And by this I mean
slow kisses on the mouth, on the neck,
on the belly, on the back,
bites on the lips,
intertwined hands,
and eyes inside eyes
 
I mean, hugs so tight
to become one thing,
bodies stuck and souls in collision,
caresses on the scratches
clothes off, together with fears,
kisses on our weaknesses,
on the signs of a life
which, until then
had been a little wrong.
 
I mean, fingers on the bodies,
creating constellations,
smelling scents,
hearts beating together,
breaths traveling
at the same pace.
 
And then smiles,
true, after some time
they hadn't been anymore
 
There,
make love and don't feel ashamed,
because love is art,
and you're the masterpieces.
 
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I like the verb to feel

I like the verb 'to feel'...
To hear the noise of the sea,
to smell its scent.
 
To hear the sound of rain
wetting your lips,
to sense a pen
that's tracing feelings on a piece of paper.
 
Smelling the scent of your loved ones,
hearing their voice
and feeling it with your heart.
 
'To feel' is the verb of emotions,
one lies on the back of the world
and feels...
 
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