quarta-feira, 31 de março de 2010

The World Behind

I don’t understand why all the complexity in my mind is always represented in really naïve sentences. This disconnection between thought and speak make me even more confused - and complex.

segunda-feira, 22 de março de 2010

Só tem algo interessante a dizer aquele que sabe ouvir

Una Poesia Per me

Ho cacciato stelle stanotte
vorrei scoprirne il modello seriale
fabbricarle poi
fare in modo che tu ne abbia una collezione

Sento i miei piedi che ripercorrono alcuni dei nostri passi
e vedo le impronte impolverate del tesoro che abbiamo rivelato insieme
pero' questa mattina fa fatica a venir fuori stupenda
come sei tu

Qui in Spgna c'e' il sole e te mi manchi
come non era mai successo prima
se ti penso troppo una lacrima scorre brillante sul mio viso
e cosi' che ti ricordo come una cascata di luce

Mi siedo calmo di fronte allo schermo del computer del mio ufficio
faccio un bel respiro e sinceramente spero di non amarti in alcun modo
perche' sei distante e meravigliosa
e se dovessi scoprire tra le mie ombre di esserne sicuro
non potrei resistere a stare lontano a te

quinta-feira, 11 de março de 2010

Someone with green eyes

You are not going to forget him.
He will always come smiling and will always be polite
Will agree with your invitations and will propose a funny game at some point
Will teach you about something really interesting and make fun of something else
He will always choose Vietnamese food, and it will always be Pho
He will understand your jokes
He will understand your problems
His eyes shine like a child that has the whole world to discover
His smile will cuddle the planet
He is the kind of person that, even without all these reasons, you are not going to forget.

It Is About You

Maybe I like to suffer from love
Maybe I like the idea of being in love
Maybe I think it is as romantic as being an artist, whose mind is obsessed about just one subject, and it runs in your blood.
You get inspired
You write without stopping
You don’t eat, you don’t sleep
Everything hurts so deeply – your heart, your soul, your mind – that for a while you are sure of being alive.

segunda-feira, 1 de março de 2010

Sometimes I wish I could say Can you take care of me for a while?