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  • weird dance

    I was sailing it was like a dream Cautious, with no failing upon the known stream Nervous and anxious I was to be pushed by the wind’s power I wouldn’t sail, I would pause Waiting for the right space and hour One day you appeared, on a lonely island You taught me to dance weird…

    Babin

    9th Nov 2024
    poetry
    dance, emotion, feeling, poetry, sailing, storm
  • perder y vivir

    Mientras me miraba al espejo Mientras elegía el outfit Mientras contaba mi dinero Mientras colgaba la ropa Mientras andaba por el super Me perdí Mientras buscaba tu foto Mientras abría tu playlist Mientras te criticaba Mientras intentaba escribirte el mensaje Mientras hurgaba en mis recuerdos de ti Te perdí Mientras miraba la luna Mientras contaba…

    Babin

    31st Oct 2024
    free-style poetry
    perder, vivir
  • tank to fill – ode to therapy

    We have a tank to fill If our family, mother, father didn’t fill that tank We spend our life looking for someone to fill it Therapy teaches us to fill our empty tank by ourselves, with ourselves, so we don’t depend on someone else If family, brother, sister damages the tank Then we get mislead…

    Babin

    26th Aug 2024
    free-style poetry
    feelings, introspection, poetry, reflection, tank, therapy
  • lo sguardo / the gaze

    [italiano, english below] Siamo fatti di desideri, Siamo chimica che reaziona agli sguardi altrui Siamo attrazione e magnetismo, quattro occhi, due poli, una connessione Ma che tipo di connessione? Non si sa, perché nessuno sa È complesso, è piacevole, è seduzione e necessità È un desiderio di attenzione a cui non possiamo sfuggire facilmente Mi…

    Babin

    7th Jun 2024
    free-style poetry
    desire, gaze, italiano, profound
  • cotton clouds

    Barefoot, light and few clothes on.  Being,  with a calm breath, in a warm space.  It could be sand, grass, or an expensive rug, a huge one, under my feet. Something soft, something pleasant and pure to walk on, like cotton clouds.  No urgency, no rush, I enjoy my stay here.  No one to tell…

    Babin

    10th Mar 2024
    free-style poetry
    clouds, feeling, love, reality
  • aria stretta

    In tempi di maggiore compassione L’egoismo ci difende, come una barriera di mattone, ci isola dalle altrui vicende Sorrisi falsi, promesse fragili Eccessi in tutto, ansie varie Dita scorrono fra le immagini Tra le mani spese infinite Marchi rossi e doloranti Ai mercati facce agguerrite troppi passanti, file giganti Taglia unica, la puoi cambiare colore…

    Babin

    11th Jan 2024
    poetry
    aria, egoismo, famiglia, italiano, natale, poesia, poetry
  • mare

    Il mare perdona Il mare non giudica Il mare ascolta Il mare calma Il mare riflette Il mare concede Il mare libera Il mare ammette Il mare è amico Il mare è famiglia Il mare è amore Il mare ci assomiglia Il mare siamo noi Il mare ci riempie Il mare ci unisce Il mare…

    Babin

    4th Jan 2024
    poetry
    amico, amore, calma, famiglia, mare, meraviglia, poesia, poetry
  • maybe someday

    maybe someday

    maybe the light is not warm enoughto make the best part of me bloommaybe the shadows are too thickand cool my feelings maybe today is not my seasonso even if I act dry and frostyspring will come someday

    Babin

    11th Dec 2023
    free-style poetry
    feeling, poetry, season
  • questions the sea

    He used to stand in front of the sea, mind the waves washing away ill memories Cold and forgotten were his feet, as rigid and gelid his voice was stuck Though his mind was always up for questions, every time he used to stand in front of the sea He threw questions in the vast…

    Babin

    12th Nov 2023
    free-style poetry, stories
    feeling, memories, questions, rivalry, sea, waves
  • night walk

    Walk the rough path With a heavy heart Hold tears in the throat Carry loneliness on a note Nobody around Hope don’t make a sound Tired lips, loose head Smell of gasoline ahead Held prisoner in the chest Drop, after drop, the same stress — Release in imaginary arms Sound of morning alarms Back on…

    Babin

    28th Oct 2023
    poetry
    heart, night walk, poetry, prisoner, release, rough path, sound, stress, tears
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