The dig
I sought inside
For what went wrong
I looked into every layer of my skin
I searched through every version of myself … More The dig
I sought inside
For what went wrong
I looked into every layer of my skin
I searched through every version of myself … More The dig
I survey myself from all angles, from every wound. I seek the vice, I dig for the fail. I wish I could wash my every gap, my every remnant, still messing with my soul. I wish I could fill my every flaw, my every breach, still hosting my tears.
I wish I could flee from my every thought, from my every nightmare, still leaking my mess. … More Ephemeris
The break up’s longing. The need of saying. Of telling what has been lived. Felt. It doesn’t exist in the relationship. Or so differently. Or so briefly. The heart feels ready to explode every minute. So you kiss. So you embrace. And a few words sometimes fall. … More The unspoken
It can be a word It can be a phrase
I can be a voice It can be a void
And the moment burns into flame
Silent and untouchable
Secret and desirable … More Lovers’ silence
You are gone
Almost
I don’t know how you breathe
But I know where you think
I don’t know when you dance
But I know who you love … More You are gone now
Of course I breathe
Of course I am alive
Of course my life keeps going
Winter has turned into spring
Weather has heated up
Shinning
Sky has cleared up
Sparkling … More Breathe
I don’t know when I live
When I live doesn’t bring me back to us anymore
Who then
Will remember us
If even I forget hours and days
If even I erase rendezvous
Who will remember us … More Excluded
I can’t stand it anymore
To live in between those walls
Where you don’t laugh
To live through those habits
In which you don’t live
I can’t stand it anymore
Those missed encounters
Those missing encounters
Those days and hours
Painful reminder
Of our absence … More Secluded
life is only a matter of departures partitions abandons
of griefs
more or less tiny more or less real more or less vivid
since even seasons die one after another
eat each other
since even spring
the Earth and Sky’s blossom
is doomed to vanish before summer … More Beginning(s)
Steeling last afternoon hours
Fleeing from the cool nights
Dodging Sunday’s crowd
And smell fresh cut grass … More Seeking Spring