Little red riding hood

How far can I run?

Before they find me, they'll say they know me

Make noise like peers
True to stones

Modern beast for a piece of silence

The less I speak

The less I betray myself

Getting sentimental

For once lives the man

And the poet presumed dead

East/West

Remains of the dawn

Your heart is strong

Six months and something
The means enlightens my purpose
And I can go back in time
#
Here a man I'd call a man
Your confessed doubts inner convictions
I've suffocated enough for sin came by the gallon
#
First time I see you but you don't look down upon me
I take pride and courage
I dare to summon you
To contradict and energize you
Your heart is strong
You stand still but no less sick
#
I ask forgiveness for that thought
About sending your records to desolation
Moving away your stage ending the family syndication
I regret some rifle stories by the olive trees
Oh lean on my shoulder, i ask
Can I be even with the birds of your recollections
Within my rights
When I am still mocking them and you with them
#
Accept we are here, aren't we?
We do dare, don't we?
Happy we are
You still have songs to like

Neighbourhood #1 : welcome

Away sticks whistles gas and tears
Away cupids boatmen jail builders middlemen
How I hurt my face with a sword
How back then I wasn't myself 
Purely and simply
I'm healing this wound
I settled my debts by the pond
I tightened my flesh
Arose on this new soil
Grew up
Made a fortune from my maid's womb
Conquered and shifted wrong to right
My own place of birth

Neighbourhood #2 : tolerated

They came they came
Gathering at the democratic counter
A load of paper please stand...in vain
Soulless beauty for all that a clerk knows
For all that the greater function cares
Maybe the same blinks on a drumbeat memory
Exotic laughter and power from above
And the same bears no reverence for deep scars
For such indelicate touch of poverty
None shall pass 
On the path of chosen ones
They come they come

Neighbourhood #3 : excluded

On second thought
Yes
This man guilty had no motive
And you people here before all
Do you need so hard what destiny?

 

Good cop / bad cop

So the last doubt's for you

You're free before men

The letter of the law could be strong and righteous

But its servants are nothing but summoned

Mother Earth #2

Book

Build it and they'll come

Eyes on her mobile phone miss buddha smiles
See now
On tired straight frowning angular necks
Faces of surprise
Was it a fox in the wagon
Happy as a tiger handing its paw
For real
Taking a mental ride through bookshelves
My reader pretends and protests
My time I can't get change for it
My mother yawns in colours
She imagines the forum
We the quorum
For less than a democracy
We'll speak when we reach home on the last train

Or never 

Turin style

I have no pride
For all things I remember
Whether I guess the meaning of all
The question grows inside of me

Romeo

I beg you

Dark

 Red curtain

  Lost my gaze

   Then became silence
    -
     Tired I was

       I am

        A drop of love       

         Tempting more than abandon
          -

           Never give up without a fight

             I reject pride

              Can't be despicable feeling

               And the violin might die

 

Mother Earth #1

Heavier than air?

Ignorance became violence

When shame granted them relief

They broke many walls in the place

Then saw no friendly face

To comfort their belief

Holy laundry day

Carnival #1

In the eyes of fellow artists

And tastebuds of common men

Art is vanilla

Schrodinger's cat

The afterlife

You're not innocent
You're not disgraced
You say
I am faith
I have no guilt
Along the way to hell
Or to heaven
Tell me
Can one but one of my kind
Kill who believes
The end is being killed?

The good dog, it's coming back home

I, away and back, left my past dying here.
I hate the family no more:
My home like every home, house worth every house,
I now feel where I belong.
I'll walk the painfully long road only to know my place is behind me.

Chessboard

Tunana

Blue beard #2

For the daring of their construction works,
For the tragic end, the new era (no kidding),
If there wasn't that wall that holds a wall that holds a wall
(wood, bricks & coins),
Maybe secrets, ungrateful rumours that need be silent,
An empire for an empire, ruinous architecture,
For anything other than pain, death, loneliness or mind collapse,
And still they come, still they hurt,
Like second-day or third-day newborn awaken side by side,
Different as the same evil haunts different dreams,
Different when they say and they disagree,
My world, it's the place to grow

Matisse's delivery service

Money talks

Action Plan! Silence!
Leader Mary talks about future assumptions
Then does but undoes
Present snapshots
Of her own high cost
And whatever else

Haircut

I dreamt of a long electric stairway

That we didn't take to a DIY warehouse

My girl and I

We wanted to start a clean life

And rent an industrial vacuum cleaner

From the basement shop

A leaf supreme

Could i know

That the sparkle of culture

Would keep me proud and lonely

Away from shyness

Until age does it

Until I can be serious

Blue beard #1

A candlelit room
Writing a song about better tomorrows

Design or instant glory, nothing short of an ideal time breach
You have choice or you have fear, you move nowhere but within my reach
Why wouldn't I be the greatest under the sky?

'Madmen of the world, pay your electricity bills!'

Three sisters

Under the shade of their Queen's throne on the warmest days
Watching islanders wholeheartedly play
Natives often say, a life's a life for there's no mad love in numbers
And they add, the Moirae, they had their youthful days

Writing

To write what no-one can read
Is to fool yourself with gravity

There's no power over excess of meaning
But earthly hope or earthly deception

Lack of words doesn't sum your mystery

You're lucky and young

You don't speak the truth
You won't be adored for a mark on the planet

Inferno's back door

Put your spell on men's insane curiosity! With a forehead like a fruit from a primitive soil, looking no better than a barbarian in skin and blood exposed in a disgraceful contrast, yet with good manners, could your imagination take you further than popular undergrounds? Still you've conquered your opposite once more...

Step in! You lived your dreams, perfumed and clean shaved, never had more hope than desire! This way's hell where experience only makes you more cynical!

Wild

"Is it the word, the shape of the word, the letters in this order, one after the other, my eyes, the picture of the word, the place of the word, the context and several meanings, the colours of the word, the wall behind the word, Paris, the writer or myself that make the combination a state of mood?"

Eye for eye

He was rightful in appearance

Like you wanted to be

And you knew you'd live beyond his reach

To get in his name loved for wrong reasons

Lullaby

I'm troubled and question myself. 'Are you entirely mine?'

If not, I can't choose your friends.

I sing for you 'Shy boy, you don't have to play with them but you do and get hurt. Am I your weakness?'

Moby Dick

In search for the invisible
Voices or written signs
Hands he shakes

Sick or healthy days

Unhappy to meet some

But never turns his back on walls

The silk road

I took all you gave me and when i'm strong, I'll no longer need you.
You don't have to say or repeat they're your very secrets.
I forbid you to call a thief a thief for I'll make good from good.

I met a prophet

Nobody's a keeper

Brothers
#
Lost the spirit

The heart with it

#
Fathers

They keep their debts

Their old legs

#
Same book

Different story

Hide and seek

Tainan story

With a large smile, the old man says :

Little teeth, chubby hands, fair skin

I look for a child

Who can laugh and play

But I never find him!

The sea and the tears

About your gypsy glory tales, heart at your feet, I care no more and
Laugh not at your standing by the water
Still
Like you deserved in your brown dress a destiny in blood red Venice
Drowning tragedy

Your washed lipstick and dramatic eyelashes
I believe not you had tears for me

You can keep turning your back on churches
You damn none but myself
For i'm not equal in holiness

I made you

Rock #1

Nature nature nature

Secrets within skin and stone

Light breath in your hand

#

The wind shapes you

You are water and we shape you

#

Revelations

That's gone but it still talks

You break a stone and it's still a stone

#

Need answers?

Conceive

Bright ideas

Hide yourself

From what never was nothing shall ever be lost, said the taxi driver, what happened, he went on, we blind got blinder, shall we ever ask anything back?

They wouldn't listen

They'd talk once more of endless creation, they'd talk of clockworks or metal multiplication, enough to make a full house out of a tree and they'd talk about solid foundations, be arrogant and make a promise for families that bore young men, those sons are to make a name in the world

Beach games

Krabi

2009 January

Whose ball is it? Whose leg is it?

Whose glasses are they? Whose shoes are they?

Who drank the coke and crushed the can? Who left the first step on the sand?

Who collected the garbage?

Who's sunbathing, who's playing?

Who laughed, who shouted, who talked, who snored or sneezed?

Whose towel is this?

What would a good man remember?

Is everydody's alive?

Promises

Tie me, lock me, hug me
Keep the key
Do you still doubt me?

For once I ask you
Will you unchain me
If I too want to lock you?

Happy together

Blink from the left eye
I can take you to the far east
Do you miss someone?

National television

That sunny day in Rome

Some people filling their bottles from fresh fountains

Others eating from large cups of italian ice cream, biting cookies

And there was an electric rainbow

Voyages

POSTCARD

a place with the scariest dampires

foreign cheaps for the eyes only

aaaaaahhhhh you lazy queen

morning hunks that are denied the ones that are given

10:00 am wake up and stroll around stores selling chickenware

talk about your old legends

maps with no country

community politics, women's institution

and with a hungry smile, the sourness of tomatas for lunch

Plastic surgery

Was
Is
& has been