I’ve got no words to peer your wireless letters
nor crayons to color the lines they lay upon
I miss their affection
the trembling muschle of your face that speaks
the verification of your glance
I miss the breath that produces the syllabes
the sad, happy or tight lips of yours
your hand on my knee as clause of truth
I miss them badly

However, I’ve got fingers unable to touch you
ears numb to your sounds
a barren nose
a mute tongue
and a pair of wireless eyes.

I’m a dreamer. I am

Your timid glance told me
we have oceans of words to exchange

your uncomfortable lips
we have barriers to tear

your hesitant step
we will exhaust the continents

restless we’ll dawn the Earth
on the same always day

the one your hand
humbly moved towards mine

the one your eyes and smile
enlightened the Universe

the one had been our first
and our last to be.

Had a dream of you last night
may be cause I wanted to
see us finally together
casting out the black and blue

saw us staring at each other
in the heat of melting glass
holding hands so tight together
singing rhymes that never last

in your arms I am in heaven
in your eyes I sail in love
in your heart I rest for ever
I’m your candle you’re my dove

had a dream the other day
or it was a state of fact?
I was crawling at your doorstep
pleading you to pick me up

lacking you I burn my fuel
in a trip that makes no sense
all that’s left for me to do now
weeping for a future tense

in your arms I am in heaven
in your eyes I sail in love
in your heart I rest for ever
you’re my candle I’m your dove.

Excuses I can find a bunch
like lilies to place in your lap
and tell you stories

to take your hands in mine
and kiss your fingers

to turn your glance of disbelief
into a creek of tears

but I won’t

I won’t cause I respect you
I cherish you as a person

I put my selfishness aside
and ask you to do the same

for it’s the only way…

It’s a bitty place where I live
though, little do I mind
always try to make ends meet
spending time for space to find

home already packed and crammed
drawers, closets, singles’ couch
hiding, piling pending hopes
casting out the clouds of doubt

I hang my clothing on the wall
panties, socks under the mattress
I sleep outside from Spring to Fall
acting as if nothing matters

the other day I couldn’t help
but have a dream one more time
a reverie before my step
that sounded Bach and smelled like lime

indulged myself on the door-way mat
to spend the night without a blanket
the new-born keeping safe and warm
at the inner pocket of my jacket.

Overcasted you’re more beautiful
but don’t you cry on me
don’t discover knives where they ain’t

we are well and we have each other
what more can we ask of ?

we own the clothes we are wearing
and the stove keeps our nest warm

in the yard the lemon-tree takes our breath away
and the kitten cleans itself with its belly satisfied

I’ll paint the walls sky-blue
and you’ll draw ships, mermaids and dolphins
clouds and sea-gulls for good fortune

on Sundays we’ll be having fun
we’ll be riding the tram in each other’s arms
and go down to the beach
we’ll be building sand-castles
and envy cruises on the yachts made fast at the marina

we’ll be kissing at the ancient market
and beg the guards to let us in Acropolis fare-free

and when I’ll be gathering enough tips
we’ll be watching love stories at the movies
we’ll be going to the tavern
and order fried chips and honey-wine

and then, half dizzy-half sober
we’ll be knocking on the door of divine

don’t you be sorry on me pumpkin
for only bliss deserves to shed a tear.

The only thing I wanna say
is I love you
my eyes to tell the rest
my hands to describe it
my lips to conduct it

my phobic heart to rest on your belly
and watch you looking at me

to embrace in infant pose
and make each-other ours

to turn your head
and bite my ear

your hair to smell like Spring
your juices to taste like wine

to cry in mellow tears.

When angels hurt day or night
a scar is drawn on the moonlight

a crack that leads into my heart
a vespered grief about to start

a spreading wrinkle around the world
for hope to seize and plans to hold

when angels cry beneath the sky
no body dares to ask them why

except for me who knows you’re there
and I am stuck upon the earth

to count the days of missing you
the sharpest blade to push right through

when angels sleep after the rain
I close my eyes to dream in vain

your golden hair your cherry lips
your smile that alive me keeps

into the picture we took together
and pledged our love will live forever.

Since my childhood I have a peculiar timidness about stupid things
like once I went to the movies and had on me exactly the money for the box office.

Lacking the quarter for the programmie I was heading to the theater
certain I would finally stay out, only looking at the posted pictures
of Montgomery Wood.

It was a sweet Autumn evening and walking along a dim lighted street
I heard the metal noise of a falling coin.

The guy who dropped it, took a quick look around
searched his pockets mechanically
and carried on his way.

My grace stalled the pace, took the necessary time
approached the spot wearing my cat eyes
and discovered the needed twenty five.

If this year occurs a similar conspiracy,
I wish you punched me and I overflow love.

Why do I contemplate?
Thoughts are boomerangs with razor edges
and the craven me raise the arm
instead of exerting the carotid

fossilized wounds to drug
on the Antarctica of Scott
malpractice for the archaeologist
oracle for the dreamer

those with wisdom
to compare their beards on my back
wishing I had eleven fingers
so they avoid inventing a new spell

and the new beginning that ended
but soon starts over
pebble in the ocean
that will drown the Himalayas

anguish..! to the losers
woe..! to the sleepers
grief..! to the contended

wishful thinking
for the next step to be lower.