Sunday, 11 December 2011

Mine.




Where the cold wind blows... Breaking you heart, piercing your soul.

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

Mine.


That feeling when you feel trapped,
and can't escape of reality.

Monday, 16 May 2011

Mine.



Surviving is easy. It's a heavy heart that kills you.



Tuesday, 5 April 2011





A te che sogni una stella ed un veliero
che ti portino su isole dal cielo più vero
a te che non sopporti la pazienza
o abbandonarti alla più sfrenata continenza
a te che hai progettato un antifurto sicuro
a te che lotti sempre contro il muro
e quando la tua mente prende il volo
ti accorgi che sei rimasto solo
a te che ascolti il mio disco forse sorridendo
giuro che la stessa rabbia sto vivendo
stiamo sulla stessa barca io e te
...
a te che odi i politici imbrillantinati
che minimizzano i loro reati
disposti a mandare tutto a puttana
pur di salvarsi la dignità mondana
a te che non ami i servi di partito
che ti chiedono il voto un voto pulito
partono tutti incendiari e fieri
ma quando arrivano sono tutti pompieri
a te che ascolti il mio disco forse sorridendo
giuro che la stessa rabbia sto vivendo

stiamo sulla stessa barca io e te.


Sunday, 6 March 2011



We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Mine.



I closed doors that maybe I should have never opened. And I wanted to open doors that have been shut abruptly on me. But nothing was useless, not really.
As I always like to say, I would not be who I am if I had not lived so intensely.





Wednesday, 2 March 2011

Mine.



... but I'm still dancing on this stage, through this journey called life.

I'll always be a tiny dancer.