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If I close my big brown eyes
I can still see yours.
There, in my mind,

as green as leaves in spring.

I can still feel

The touch of your pale soft hands

On my warm embarrassed cheeks

Before you kissed me.

I can still hear your voice

Whispering “I love you”

as kind as you can be.

I can still taste you,

Still eat you,

Still smell you.

If I closed my eyes few months ago

I could have seen

This perfect scene:

You & me

Aged by the time

Happy, holding hands

All the past lest behind our backs

All that would matter would be our future.

Our family

Our house

Our life together.

But dreaming has just one big,

One huge problem:

It’s confined in a remote island

In the middle of our mind.

Dreams not always come true!

And now that you seem gone,

Lost in your snowed gray winter,

You ask me how I can still want to remember

When we were nothing but passion,

A river of blood & love through our bodies.

I told you that this hurting each other,

Telling either ourselves that we are better,

Now, with other people than before

Has no point.

I remember the loud sound of our laughs

At 5:00 in the sunny summer mornings.

And I remember all this things because

I’m still wondering,

Under this clear lightly cold winter sky,

“WHY?"

Reflection on Imagination

who have ever dreamed to rule the world? I mean, think about: you ave all he power, you can decide about everything, space and time are your business, life and death are your right and left hands. Now think that that is easy and simple, and not so expensive! do yo like it ? well, now you're ready to...imagine!
when i hold the pen, i feel like powerful: it's all about me, what I want, what I want my creations to do!
how do you think Talkien felt when Frodo was finally trowing that god damned Ring into the Fate mountain? Like a God!!
imagination gives you all the power to decide about all you want, the power to put into words, of just imagines in mind the colors' waterfall that lives in the between of heart and mind!
Think about all the rainbow colors, violet, blue, light blue, purple, green, red, yellow, orange, and on and on, that are alive in everybody, and when they mix each other, the let alive such wonderful creations.
imagine is a special power, some people doesn't have it, but whom that does have to preserve their present.
"is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination." - Ernest Hemingway
"Imagination is the quality given to a man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is." - Oscar Wilde

john lennon use to sing
"magine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one"

he thought about a better world, like a God can think to modify this imperfect one!
and bunch of famous people shared with us their thoughts about what imagination is.
for me start to imagine about an amazing new world is like take a big breathe and then dive into a cold cold water during one of hottest summer day ever!
people thinks that growing up means leave into the past silly dreams, improbable experiences, and other stuff like these, but for what I've seen on this planet, life has every time the power to surprise us, so, don't let yourself to forget the amazing God power of IMAGINATION!

no sense

staring at the window.
one slow drop fall down
my eyes are closed,
but I can see the world.
Another drop start the slow race.
No chances.
Every breathe of mine
is slow and deep.
In my mind everything moves so fast.
this poem has n o sense,
like this day!

shades of gray II

The mosquito was flying in the room, without taking care about was he was going.
The spider looked at him hoping that flying in that way he would fall in his web.
Suddenly the mosquito started to fly near the corner where the spider was hided, waiting for him.
He was in trap.
M:” Help me! Help me! I’m too young for die now!”
S:” I’m sorry, I’m too, and I’m hungry, I need for food!”
M:” I’ve a family!”
S:” Who cares! And by the way, mosquitoes are not the best fathers in the animal kingdom! Your offspring’s will not die without you! Find a better excuse…while I’ll be eating you!”
M:”Mmh…I…I…. I don’t taste good!”
S:” I know, but I need to survive!”
M:” You can have something better than me!”
S:” I cannot see anything else around. Sorry, you’re going to be the dinner!”
M:”But, but, you can choose, WAIT! You can be better! The world is not black or white, predators and preys!”
S:” Yes, I wait and then I die! And by the way, yes, it is!”
M:”You’re going to kill an innocent!!”
S:” I’ll survive after my dirty job, and a full stomach!”
M:” You can choose to have something healthier, it will give you a better life! What about a salad?”
S:”I’m a spider, I cannot change my diet, I cannot choose what I’m!”
M:”But…but…I don’t want to die!”
S:” And I don’t want to eat a thing that drinks human blood!! It sounds terrible!! By the way, I’ve no option, I’m sorry!”
M:”Human blood is so good! You should try!”
S:”NEVER! It sounds so terrible; I will never drink it! And humans are not happy while you drink them, so why do you not change?”
M:”Because…I…I have to survive!!”
S:”Me either, I’m sorry!”
S (after a while):”It didn’t taste that bad”

shades of gray

She was sitting in the armchair, closed eyes, listening to music, random songs on her I-Pod.
Slowly movements with her lips, acting singing loudly.
Oh, that song! How many memories did that song remind; she thought that at the end she was missing him, just a little bit.
The phone rang!
She:” hello?"
He:"hey!"
S:"you?"
H:"Me!! Why?"
S:"you...I...I didn't think you would ever call!"
H:"I know...but...I...WE need to talk!"
S:"Ok...but...I don't like it!"
H:"I know!!"
S:" so...?"
H:" I think it's over!"
S:"Us?"
H:"You're far...!"
S:"And did you take 3 months for realize that I'm far?"
H:" No I didn't! But I think I cannot stand it! You’re far!”
S:” huh! Ok honey, thank you! What’s wrong with you? How many times I told you:”if you want to break up do it now, before I’ll leave”? and you every times told me :” no, it’s ok, I’ll wait!” and now, NOW it’s over? 3 months later?”
H:” you decided to leave, it’s your decision, it means you don’t really love me!”
S:” What? Do you think that I had to choose between my two biggest dreams?”
H:” maybe…I’m not saying that, just you made your decision, I made mine!”
S:” that’s cool! I mean, why for you everything is just black or white? Is I left equal I don’t care about us?”
H:” maybe, I mean…yes it is…!”
S:” you can choose! I mean is not black or white, is not I leave or I love you! The problem is not there!!”
H:” nope?”
S:” the problem is that we are not made for be together! After a couples months we should have realized it, but we didn’t! I’m telling you now!”
H:"now you are the one who is putting limits, The world has shades!!"
S:" that's bad! as usual you thin that I'm the one who's wrong, you're always the right one!"
H:" this is how the world works, babe!"
S:" oooh!! I hate this!! ok, you're right it's over!"
H:" is it over?"
S:" yeah! I'll leave you with your black-and-white vision of the world, I'm sorry for you. I'll go on with my, shades of gray, colored vision, we'll see at the end who'll be right!"
H:" huh?"

50 words poem

Jack Frusciante e' uscito dal gruppo
Jack Frusciante is out from the band

He's in love.
She's not.
They meet by chance.
Become friends.
She's going to leave
"Big Fly" in the US,
as she calls it.
She's been a hurricane
in his life;
after her nothing will be

The same old story.

He cried,

None knows that.
Thanks Aidi,
Alex loves you!

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Naive poem
I'll forever remember that day
when my mother told me
"your uncle Gianfranco, he..
...he's gone away."
I was a little blond 5-years-old child,
and that night I was watching the TV.
My favorite show was on,
it was about a police dog named Rex.
I used to love that show.
My mother entered in my room,
I was sat on the floor,
my big eyes only for the TV.
She gave my the bad news,
then she went to the hospital.
I'm sure I didn't understand
what was going on.
I just turned to the TV,
enjoying the show.
I'm sure I thought:
"where did he go?"
I'm sure I thought:
"I'll see him soon!"
I'm sure I loved the show that night,
but I haven's seen him again.

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"It little profits

that an idle king,

by this still hearth'

among these barren crags

matched with an aged wife"

This was surely his favorite poem.

Can you imagine why?

Look at him, look his wife,

take a look also to his life.

Can you see something wrong?

I don't think so, also because

you can't see anything at all.

No fun, no smile,

no happiness, neither for a while.

Boring life on his own,

in their castle they were alone.

He could remember long time ago

when love and passion matched them in one soul.

but the time burned the flame

and no one can be called for this "Blame".

His work was boring,

his wife annoying,

his life completely a mess.

The last word you can see on his medical folder is: DEPRESS!

NARRATIVE POEM

I could tell you the story of the old girl who become a trapeze artist
or about the boy who joined My Circus looking for happiness,
but at the end found only a sad sad ocean of troubles,
and despite of that if you ask him if he would like to do all this again,
he will answered "YES!"
I could also tell you the story of one of our funniest clown,
but you will be surprised to know that he was the most pessimistic man I've never known.
I've been in this Circus for a long long time;
I was there when the Beautiful Girl arrived.
She was... Beautiful, of course, but this is not all.
She joined the Circus, but none knows why.
She took here fresh air, and everyone loves her.
She fall in love with our young Gymnast. He was in love with her.
One day they went away together.
One day he came back alone.
None knows what happened, he doesn't talk at all now.
I could tell you a lot of story about the people who comes here to see us.
And more and more stories about us,
or if you want you can come and see with your eyes
what I mean when I say:
" One day you come, one day you die,
none matters who you are between this time!!"

haiku

Cold winter snow falls.
Frozen water waits. A horse
runs away.So peaceful

one world poem.

Will remain forever in our hearts.
Childhood.

A.N.D.R.E.A.

Always
Near
Despite
Really
Extremely far
Away

Work Camp.

I remember the first, and last time I saw a picture of you.

I remember the room, and the soft light.

I remember i told my father:

"Oh my God, I'm shocked"

looking at the picture.

"she seems to have an empty soul,

what have they done her?"

He did not answered.

I remember i stood to stand near

your eyes just for a while, i was scared.

Horrified.

I remember you were a Jew, sat on the Birkenau railroad, waiting for the oven.

You seemed to be just a body, your soul had flown

away a long time before.

I remember all these things because i can't forget

how i felt standing near your picture,

knowing that millions of you are blowing in the wind.

I remember all these things because I'm

still wondering:

"WHY?"

something about that girl

"I am special" the little girl said "I can understand animals."
"huh?" someone looked at her " oh sweet honey pie, and what kind of animals?"
"just one, I can understand humans. I'm able to understand human behaviour."
Then usually a polite smile, and everyone went away, leaving the little girl who could understand humans alone.
But she was able to understand humanity 's behaviour, and so she always understood why she was alone :
this is the reason why none believed that she was special; they thought that she was just a child that made stupid child joke.
a night she was sleeping in her bed, and a old tired man entered in her peaceful dreams
"hi." she said.
"hello." he answered.
"they said that you can understand humanity's behaviour!"
"yes, it's true!"
"and why none care of you?"
"for the same reason why none would like to have been looking in the eyes : none would like that a little child could understand the most secret things that he had thought, his most hide sides."
"oh, you are right!"
"thanks!"
"so, tell me how do you do what you do?"
"I don't know. I just can understand the human behaviour."
"This is good. I'm the one who CREATED them, and still now I'm trying to understand what they do, where I went wrong!"

down in the valley

endless.

looking the river flowing down in the valley,

i feel the world inside me.

we are a part of the universe,
it breathe with us,
it smile with us
and cry with us.
endless.
the wind through my hair.
close my eyes and now i can feel.
endless.
i let the wind carry me on
and i blow away, left my body behind
i can fly away, I'm the endless wind.

like children

there's something of a child in the way i look at you.
then a quite smile while you are sleeping,
and i come back to the reality.
i turn on the other side
and fall asleep.
every morning when i open my eyes
i find your ones.
and you say
"i feel like a child looking at you, while you are sleeping"
and i smile
and together we restart to play with our life
like children