all writings

  • 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
    and my deepest fear disappeared

    We thrive in the deep and unknown ocean
    the boat dances to the rhythm of the wind
    Your hug dilutes my anxious emotion
    into a storm of endless motion

  • 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 las estrellas
    Mientras escuchaba un niño reirse
    Mientras acariciaba el perro
    Mientras daba un abrazo
    Mientras respiraba hondo
    Volví a 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 by “specialists” to fix it,
    risking the worst – causing further damage
    And if our tank is very damaged, we become desperate.
    So we match with other damaged tanks, relying greatly on them.
    Therapy helps us from auto-sabotage,
    to be aware of damaged tanks,
    knowing how to treat them

    If a lover fills the tank with toxic stuff
    Then we lose control: we’re lost
    We feel that the worst nightmare has been inflicted upon us
    We feel that there is no way back
    Therapy is our hope, our salvation
    Thus a revival is ahead of us: a deep cleaning of the tank

  • 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 guardi così: profondo
    Ti piaccio o vuoi piacermi?
    Mi segui con lo sguardo,
    mentre cammini in lontananza,
    aspettando un comando,
    un sorriso, un occhiolino, una intenzione

    Lo vuoi, si vede, ti vedo e ti seguo
    Ma non voglio, sono spiacente
    Non posso darti ciò che chiedi,
    non ti seguirò in un bagno,
    non ti provocherò con le mie labbra,
    non ti farò un complimento,
    né ti inviterò a uscire
    Però posso darti un’amicizia

    oggi va così,
    mentre gli sguardi si riducono in polvere di magnete
    che vagabonda, segue ciecamente i nostri desideri

    [english]
    We are desires,
    We are chemistry that reacts
    to the gazes of others
    We are attraction and magnetism,
    four eyes, two poles, one connection

    But what kind of connection?
    We don’t know, because nobody knows
    It is complex, it is pleasant,
    it is seduction and necessity
    It is a desire for attention that we cannot easily escape

    You look at me: profound
    Do you like me or do you want to be liked?
    You follow me with your gaze,
    as you walk in the distance,
    waiting for a command,
    a smile, a wink, an intention

    You want it, it’s obvious, I see you and I follow you
    But I don’t want to, I’m sorry
    I can’t give you what you’re asking,
    I won’t follow you into a bathroom,
    I won’t provoke you with my lips,
    I won’t pay you a compliment
    nor ask you out
    But I can give you a friendship

    Today it goes like this,
    while glances are reduced to magnet dust
    wandering, blindly following our desires

  • 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 me where to go. 
    No one to give me suggestions. 
    No one to tell me what to do. 

    Worries are asleep, while anxiety gets some fresh air in the open sea. 
    Sweet are the words I speak and gentle is the touch. 
    Deep in the ground, my inner anchor is resting. 
    Safe and free is the expression of myself. 

    This is not a fantasy or a dream, it’s real: 
    it’s the way you make me feel. 

  • 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 non mio, orrendo
    Scegli tu, non posso aspettare
    ti giuro che non mi offendo

    Sole splendente, cielo azzurro
    oggi mi vesto tutt@ di nero
    Prendo un caffè al volo e corro
    perché altrimenti sclero

    Non mangio che è meglio
    ma a bere bevo, per il meglio
    E se incontro lui? Il suo parere?
    Panico, ma il nero farà il suo dovere

    La famiglia aspetta
    l’interrogatorio pure
    l’aria mi è stretta
    evito con fatica
    nuove rotture

  • 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 è meraviglia

  • maybe someday

    maybe someday

    maybe the light is not warm enough
    to make the best part of me bloom
    maybe the shadows are too thick
    and cool my feelings

    maybe today is not my season
    so even if I act dry and frosty
    spring will come someday

  • 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 waters,
    as stones, which slowly approach the bottom

      Why was he seeking constant approval?
      Why wasn’t he feeling enough?
      Why was he always so hard on himself?

    Eventually, he turned back and felt relieved
    the warm wind embraced his sensitive body
    while familiar touches were running over his back

    This time he didn’t question the sea
    he understood
    and he was ready for something different,
    new and worth to remember

    Those washed memories were carrying bitter rivalry
    with nobody else but his own damn self

  • 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 the same path
    With a fearless heart