waking up the first time we smile at the world
waking up the second the world is now clean
waking up the third time is the end of the world
falling asleep the last time is the dream
Poetry?
heavens opening
clouds slowly gather
dry sand empty fields waiting
heaven delivers
family portrait
every time I count the faces in the family portrait
someone has moved
I almost remember who is dead and who’s there
the quick and the good
the background is foggy
a lake and some trees
a cousin near the centre
on his or my knees
I almost remember who is dead and who’s there
I almost remember I’m dead
f***
I want to f*** in love with you again
just to f*** again what I f*** back then
we could go see a f***
or sit in front of the f***
I could cook you some f***
and go back to the f***
I want to f*** in love with you again
because once is never enough
hurricane
hot wet sweet
stinging tears of joy
a life upside down
on its head
you
hurricane of my heart
02 agosto
I still taste the ash
in the tears
of the woman
who picked me up that day
but now
though memory still scorches
new life
and smiles exist
The neofascist bombing of Bologna railway station took place on 02 August 1980.
G was born on 02 August 2016.
my love is like
my love is like
the late train coming
the late train coming
my love is like
the late train coming
coming down the track
olive grove
sun beats down
wind drops
olive grove a car park
full moon mastery
shadows filter as his hand hovers above the silver coin
decisions must be made, lives shaped
the moon drowns out the stars
Wish you
wish
wish you
wish you
wish you were
wish you were
still here
I wish you were still here
simonsalento 