Poetry

21Dec97

If there is
life after death
and poetry sill exists
I would want
to return
as a poem,
written by your hand
spoken by your voice
and kept into
your heart.

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Ma vie est une fleur

21Dec97

Ma vie est comme une fleur
qui est neé à l’automn
et qui meure à l’hiver.
Une belle fleur,
qui vive dans les montagnes
et dans la campagne,
qui vie dans la terre
et regarde aux ciel.
Qui reqarde aux étoiles
dans tex yeux.
Tu es comme une fleur
qui est neé à l’automn
et qui meure à l’hiver.

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Devils & Angels

17Dec97

Devils and Angels inside my head
A devil in a cigaret, an angel in its smoke
fighting the world with words.After the silince
there’s a storm
of attention
of ignorance.
Devils and Angels,
harmonic rythme inside my brain
pumping up the volume
pumping up the beat.
How’s Heaven,
How’s Hell?
Lord of infinity
Lion of death
Sunset of birth
Flowers of beauty
in my hand
for you blue eyes.
Maybe I’m crazy, maybe [...]

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A book untold

10Dec97

Numbers tumbling in my head
A book unwritten, open in my heart
You can read it if you want.Come closer, step into my life
Tell me how it feels.
Mind your head and the sigaret ashes.
On page 55 you can read it
How I tried to stop smoking,
stop thinking about you.
Please, start reading
there are a lot of stories
I have to [...]

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