Now

NOW

Luminous arms to reach the tact...
The door is ajar and a fine line divides the horizon from the eclipse...
It is been a long walk...
How is your halo?
How is the charisma of your depth?

Sooner rather than later that rehearsal will become a delicate performance...
And the blueness of your temperament will soak the entire Universe...
No forgiveness to whom is truly repented...
No sorry when the guilt impregnates your innocence...
No regrets when we will never know anything...

Along the precipice there was a call...
It was the echo from your disbelieves
It was the land from your previous existences...
It was, the rain dancing with the future...
It was you, it was now and always, it was now and never... it was just now...

Crossroads

A miracle... the dawn holding your breath...
It is not so difficult: thousands generations ago the river of your humility covered the entire horizon... please let that music play and don't go away...
This humble tribute is mine just for you... I want you because of the peace in your soul... I adore the wealth of your sincerity... the treasure of your goodness... the softness of your principles... the kingdom of your ethics...
Let that music play and come here to dance with me...
Are you not listening to my calling?
I am by your side... at the bank in the river of your most precious goodbyes...
I am there... awaiting the encounter of the final separation...
In patient wait... embracing whom is alone and hopeless... misunderstood and filled with the happiness of sorrow...
There will be a crossroad... close to the clearest and cleanest river that ever existed...
An eternal crossroad... with limitless paths... I am there... in the heart of your hesitations... in the core of your mistakes... in the surface of your dreams...
Crossroads... like the branches of a tree lost in the middle of nowhere...
Crossroads... like the faith of whom has everything by having a little...
Crossroads... like the child who cries imagining a world without him...
Crossroads... like the toy so many times abandoned...
Crossroads... like the eagerness for being just what you were born for...
Holly Crossroads...

One day

One day my dear... One day the wind will be roses... the sun a precious fun with which to cool my longing for poverty... One day the carpet of your hopes will become the celestial tune forgotten no more...
One day your smile will be carved on my veins for the next thousand lives and I will find you in every single one of those... I won't let you be without me... because you and I are meant to be just one... like many others without wanting to know it...
One day the bravery of my panaceas will take over the silence and then, on that precise moment, the saddest song in the world will have been created... and the entire universe will understand how it is possible to be eternally happy in the most profound melancholy...
One day Destiny will join us... and from then on, harmony and pureness will be the shield and the spear, the flower and the dew...
One day, there won't be more one day... because I will be with you...
One day, like this beautiful day covered with the snow of my solitude, with the power of my weaknesses , with the renounce of my disbelieves, I will be prepared...
One day... one day... my dear...

Footsteps in the infinite

Tell me... tell me please... Tell me why nobody hears that sweet symphony that embraces solitude..
Tell me why they are so lonesome in the middle of the crowd...
Tell me how it is possible not to dream in direction to the eternal twilight...
Tell me why sometimes I do feel so weak... so vulnerable... so defeated... so hopeless... so misplaced... so invisible... so powerless...
Tell me... why wearing masks is the pantomime at which every body pays homage to...
Tell me where I do have to go... because I am tired... tired of this uncertainty... of so many believed starts and so many heartbreaking endings... tired of calling all doors and not being given a simple opportunity...
Tired of looking for greatness and goodness and chimeras, and utopias and the only thing I find is emptiness... and superficiality...
Where are you? Where? I kneel before the wind and the horizon... I beg you... tell me... Where are you? Because I don't have much left to keep going...
Where are you? Where to go? Give me a sign! Am I so blind that I can not see you? Am I?
I feel like I lived one thousand lives before... so worn out... so ignored...
Is there something which to struggle for?
What is life? A mirage? An illusion? A tragedy? A blessing?
What is behind the scenes?
Another day... more deceptions... more events pending in the kingdom of your naiveness...
How many days more? How many more?
What for? What for...