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“‘Are you mute and deaf at the same time?’
- was her approaching line.
’Was it a ghost, a god or a vision
which provoked your senses´ collision,
or just an excess of red wine?’.

The inquiry deserved a reaction
so the poet sweetly resorted:
’Don’t judge me for my silent sighs
or because my looks are stupid:
Lady, where your beauty resides
There’s no place for other beauty’. ”

“In tender years no rose’s aware of beauty,
Still her petals, closed to outter reigns
Refuse its colours, shy to every eye.
Reluctant creature, hiding’s only duty.

Time’s conspiracy arrived at last
with delicate steps, approaching
One very concrete morning -
loving consequence of many passed

Morning dew showers a bliss;
Smiling, a first ray of light descends,
Sculpting perfection with a kiss...

Mixed in odd essences and scent
Finally Beauty’s unleashed,
In undisputed, irresistible trend.”

“Among all prodigies I’ve known
Or the human eye’s ever raptured;
Ev’ry earthly kingdoms and thrones,
Peaces and wars, history’s ever captured.

Through world’s greatest revolutions
Even the noblest man himself amazes
That only true love means evolution
That Beauty simplest things embraces:

The joy in the newborne’s first cry-
Embracing life in all its flavours;
The tender yearning for absent lover’s sigh

Means nothing compared to your favour
For the sweet miracle of your smile
Was not revealed to human labour.”

“I
Can live twenty thousand lifes
In twenty thousand different lands
But all the living is dead
Even me, if you are apart;

Can fight one hundred years
And win a battle each day,
But if I can’t conquer your heart,
My empire is a worthless gain;

Can spend my days without food,
Forget to sleep at night
-That I can bare alright-
But can’t survive without you

Can build a fortune in an hour
And spend it in a minute
Yet it would be no virtue
If I didn’t buy you flowers;

Can write many poems,
Inspire love, create art;
Without a muse to my chant
All verses soon be rotten...”

“​In my night it appeared suddenly,
Like a stranger twisting around a corner,
A lost friend or a striking thunder-
Its noise lifted me violently.

It was a blue light, tender, warm.
In the dense mist of my obscurity
’twas revealed to me- a lonely minority-
’A blend of Dreams, Beauty and Art’.

I was carefully blinded in a glimpse:
For the things I saw, I saw nevermore
Yet my eyes witnessed the core,
Which the light of Reason flings,
Hope slowly neglects,
Books and Science deny,
Mankind cruelly forgets.

Gazing at this wondrous fire
Immersed in the Ocean’s blaze
I finally opened the gates
And the world, defeated, retired.

Your eyes- naughty little twins
Inside a Lighthouse- now guide
My daily battles, my every win.”

“Where are you going lady of my dreams?
Aware that your presence infringes great harm
From myself away you gracefully depart-
Thus of a wasted land now I am Prince.

See my Princess dancing outside my realms,
Where the cold flesh meets the Death...
Where hope resides, you’ll find not her heart
Yet without it I’m a hollowed beast.

But Love makes appearance in strangest tones:
When your eyes from my eyes retire;
When I grasp from the rose just the thorns
And I’m forced to restrain my desire.

’Cause in dreams you were mine, mine alone-
now I share you with the world entire. ”

“Love me for my mind, not for my body
For my thoughts and verses are immune
To every year added- an Eternity soon-
Freshly conserved, pure and holy.

Love me for my art, not for my looks
For my quest is unattainable:
And your eyes fairer than my fables,
More than past or future books.

Yes, I love you for your beauty
While only your beauty I refuse
For I love you beyond all duty.

You are ev’ry poet’s (a)muse
Re-versed, spiced and naughty
The star that burns my fuse.”

“I’m a Clown-

When your smile...
And I’m lost
Like a ghost
If the Half Moon
Appears in my gloom.

I’m a Slave-
Of your eyes...
And I bare my chains
With great Joy as required
To fulfil your desires.

I’m a Stupid-
When you lie…
Even sober and lucid
I would give my life
For your every word
For your every chord.

I’m a Poet-
When you deny...
Even gravity’s defied!
Let there be verses in my pocket,
Between you and I then
Love ascends like a rocket.

I’m a Friend-
When you cry...
As an ocean dry,
For many years
-For your tears-
I will remain...
’til I murder my thirst
’til I’m drown again.

I’m a Question-
When you love...
...Am I your Lover?”

“Another day closes,
Missing the roses.
Another sun sinks
Into the horizon
While I still think
The utmost reason
Why your smile is imprisoned
Beyond firewalls and bytes
Absent to my replies
Deaf to my cries.

Lost in the webspace
My messages float
And I can’t find my pace
My wellness, my song.

Something is lacking
And I can’t percieve
Anything but grief-
The perfume from the roses
The tenderness in your kissing
All gone in the process
Of these informatic abysses.”

“(Your two drops of heaven)

O Fate, that she’d be there!-
…least she be there soon.
I murder my hours, hungry of her,
Assume my wasted life
Interludes between your looms

‘Hope is burnt in ev’ry sunrise,
Still reborn with ev’ry night’-
To discover that Turandot was right!
And finally, in a blade of delight
Love’s awaited curtain will rise.

That I am: to be your groom
-Your heart beating in my Lair-
The light that guides, the flare
That burns your blue lagoons.

(Your two drops of heaven)”

“Love, are you to me the loneliest partner?
From an intrincated maze your hand guides me
Away to enchanted fields of loaded dices,
Broken darts and bribed fairies;
Corrupted dwarfs and poisoned daisies
where tragedy shines ever brighter.

Luck is a foe to me, a stranger;
An unborn creature I’ve never met;
A myth, a legend, a mere superstition
That, by turning all Good in me, reverse,
Confirms my worst intuitions:

Love and Dis-pair share the same empty path,
Where my bleeding heart writes the darkest paragraphs.”

“Let me believe in what’s impossible,
’Cause I got Faith for the two of us.

Let me bet against all odds,
’Cause I got luck for the two of us.

Let me wait in silence for the miracle,
’Cause I got Patience for the two of us.

Help me keep every door open,
’Cause I got hope for the two of us.

Let me insist and change your Oracle,
’Cause I got future for the two of us.

Let me understand all your secrets,
’Cause I got trust for the two of us.

Let me walk into your darkness- hand in hand
’Cause I got light for the two of us.

Let me build a new planet,
Where I got room for the two of us
-And only for the two of us.

Let me glue our hearts together,
For only one I can love,
And that one be the two of us.”

“God give me new eyes, for mine are useless
To grasp the wonder which troubles my heart.
Left my veins to your mercy, you tear them apart
With a dagger of silence, a sharpened finesse.

May God provide me with a different wisdom,
The kind that solves the yearning mistery:
That secret art, that envied courtesy-
Which traps your heart into my kingdom.

God instruct me into Love’s unfinished maze
For my course is cursed by your wicked aura,
My doom fooled softly by your oceans’ glaze.

Let me be that hidden, unspoken chord;
The unforged key that your heart outsorts,
The heavenly thief that your smile unlocks.”

“When heart’s kidnapped into love’s maze
Useless is reason, brain is a slave
Unable to guess, to reckon what’s fair-
Cruel is to judge, vain to comprehend.

For Love’s puzzle has no solution:
Being innocent or guilty, true or false
It can’t lead us to severe conclusions-
They are built for irrelevant facts
Not for the heart’s intrusion.

Therefore your past I will dig no more,
For all the things you told before,
Whether lie or confession,
Whether reality or invention
Are mere accessories to the core.

Though Flesh is reluctant to trust,
To believe in things beyond our senses,
When reason’s raptured by another heart
A kinder world appears behind our lenses.

So let your heart embrace its intention!
Your lips abridge the sublimed expression
A life-worth sentence that lingers
Silent in the abyss of your soul,
A whole uni-verse in itself alone.

Age and name, place and family;
Job, friends or nationality;
Who cares!- they’ll all be gone,
Erased in a century or so,
Outweighted, outlasted, outraced,
By your laugh, your lips, your smile;
Your mind -your Highness- your eyes...

Love me, my only love,
For our love may be no exception
To the common eye, yet miraculous
In evr’y sign, form and direction.”

“It is ambition that makes the Earth rumble:
Like an earthquake destroys weaker wills,
Capitalizing al most favourable winds
To its advantage- every obstacle tumbles.

As a devilish woman before you
Already more than twice has tempted
To win for her cause your seven senses-
Dressing sexy, heels and glossy lips will do.

It’s a party like hell’s never seen it:
She’s shaking her hips in wildest paranoia-
A lustful rising dance with no zenith
Where Belarus meets California.

A sudden silent hit and out love’s knocked me,
With its ruthless, ravishing ceremony.
I praise to you, blonde ambitioned thief!!
For yours’ my sweetest victory.”

“Immersed were we in the cliffs and valleys,
In the drowned sighs of our nocturnal game,
Up above the obscurity and the lame
Ubiquitous vanity of the starry alley.

Glowing, twisting, touching, soothing;
A hurricane, an ever burning pyre,
An spiral of submission and desire,
Each one in the other-self expiring.

Then curiosity slipped the query,
A petal blooming from your breast,
With a scent that floods my ev’ry:

‘If you’d be any person in hist’ry’
-Your eyes whispered to my chest-
‘who’d you choose to be?’”

“Ask me not about my name-
I prefer you re-baptize me.
Ask me not about my past-
‘cause today my life has started.
Ask me not if this will last-
I’ll never take you for granted.
Ask me not about the future-
For you are my life to come.
Ask me not about my homeland-
It depends where you are standing.
Ask me not about Love-
It’s unknown to understanding.
Ask me not what’s wrong or right-
I will give it a try!
Ask me not what’s true or false-
Only follow my heart.
Ask me just how I’d love you-
For I’d love you as much as I could-
As long as you would.”

“When two – like us- fear not the distance
(Our minds linked by a higher, tougher bind);

When two -like us- rise above the killing silence,
(Defining absence, as ‘Time to think of the other’);

When two –like us- feel the World as a big nonsense
(Except for the moments we spend together);

When two -like us- build our own heaven online
(An imagined cloud of pink intense)

When two –like us- ambition love in every tense...
(Past – as an eternal, preluded hope- an intuition;
Present – continuous joy of the soul – a smiling bliss;
Future – a constantly improved repetition).

Then, our mortal flesh rises above
The Earthly miseries and limitations
And through Love’s sacred intentions
Ignores the rules of Mother Nature:

Is it true that we all die in the end?
Spring always returns after Winter
and Sun-shines before Stars blinker
in a tireless, never ending trend.

Thus, every little worldly thing cycles
Over and over, round after round
Transformed, alive, better recycled.

And being (our) Love more important
- swears himself over the Bible -
wouldn’t it deserve to be immortal? ”

“Had I not seen an intuition of love in yourself
Had I not told my hopes that they were no longer filed
Had I not felt a little life in me when you smiled,
A little death inside when our paths denied to converge...

Had I not seen the timid kindness beneath your beauty
Had I not tasted the sweetest look from yourfierceful eyes
Had I not known the happiness your presence lights
Or the tenderness in every of your daily duties...

Had I not been touched by your words and letters
Had I not been embraced by your compassion
Had I not been consumed by my flaming passion
And resurrected by your lips for the better...

Had I not realized that it is you and no other
Had I not recognized Destiny’s loaded dices
Had I not legalized all of your poisoned devices,
And all your ways of loving- secretly encoded.

Then, would I not be less human and less wiser?
My mistakes be smaller, my success a masquerade
My regrets a mountain, my tears a fountain,

My dear world a dead sphere and God a mere supervisor.
If by heaven’s policy you’d not been on my parade
Then we’d all wear black at the carnival
-It was a funeral for certain.”

“How I love, and how I hate your silence!
-While your mind lays secluded in my corner-
Your lips bleeding, sewed one to the other
Forced to close by the needle of my offence.

How I miss your words, escaping like feathers!!
Yet I miss our future days more dearly,
’Cause I’ve seen them all happen very clearly
Between pillows of blood and broken sonnets.

Madame,
Are you the blonde lady who’s Judge and Jury
Whose heart now lodges both love and fury?
I’m just guilty of loving, but guilty in the end.

Signed-
Your criminal lover, invisible friend.”

“​Every word from you ,
Just the tiniest phrase,
Draws a smile on my face,
Built with permanent glue
...
Now your lips are sealed with violence-
And I’ve discovered
How I hate your silence.

Why this sudden void,
Why this turning point-
Has your brain, beloved,
Turned from friend to foe?”

“My soul is darker
My eyes are scary
My smile has left me
Where is my fairy?

My heart wanders
In a hopeless territory.
In your absence
I’m a senseless droid,
For me there’s no heaven
No hell, no glory.”

“I am thunder, you are ray
I chase you, radiant pray;
I praise you, ardent way!!

Like a golden bridge, a link of light,
A fragile sta(i)rway of electric fear,
One blonde rope of hair appeared
Among the silence-darkened sky.

Hear the mighty voice of thunder
Like a scream behind your eyes
-Cosmic lights that got me blind,
Awaking night and ev’ry dream under.

How can a blinded man catch a ray?
Lady, even buried in my grave
Still your favour I’d persuade
For my vision is harmed, not my Faith. ”

“In the cold desert nights, out in meditation
Blown away by the dry wind of your silence
Heartbeat’s echo shouts in my ears with violence
While my pencil verses down its sad dictation.

Despite friends’ effort to comfort my sighs
A much sweeter company I find in my foes;
Upon infected wounds, I renew the broken vows
Of my black and white, silent filmed afterlife.

(Is this goodbye or just a cruel pause?)
To your first new word I save my applause
-Whilst your voice rests secluded in your sleep-
Pondering how much I weight in your dreams

As Real Love seems excluded from our clause.
In rough times by your heart’s isolation
I am Captain in command of your orders
Sailing through circular winds of nonsense
In a wrecked ship with uncertain destination.

Are my hopes too high or your faith too low?
Are my kisses sugar that your lips taste sour?
Are my roses frozen under a layer of snow?

Must I keep on searching for your hidden glow ?
Must I keep on rowing in a sinking boat,
When love’s at sight but your timing too slow?”

“Your letters appear in my aftermornings
Although I consider you a nightly flower:
In darkness before you all roses bow lowered
Your lustful scent keeps the starlight burning

Quite a rare vegetal you are, my sweetheart!
-Reddish lips satanic which desire finds guilty,
Eyes which glow bluer than God almighty-
Quite a voluble muscle of emotions you have!

Like a humble daisy by a rose enchanted
My heart strips out of his armour of metal:
Your smile slips- and my hope is granted.

(Yet perhaps your love is a cruel invention
and my love then completely out of the question)

I was warned that your thorns are lethal
That the blind blonde horse is a reckless bet
That the winning horse is already set
But my life begins -or ends- in a petal.”

“For my health and the better
I shall have to dismiss you;
To paint over your spheres blue
With a dark coloured layer.

For my smile later or sooner
I shall bury my fake empire;
A past queen burns in the pyre
To new lovers sings the crooner.

For peace and quietness of spirit
I shall arrange my veils quiet-ly
Silently sailing a sunless sea -
A pearled Moon my soul’s stirring.”

“I feel meaningless and hollow-
My heart a lifeless burden,
Myself a piece of sorrow.

A sad curtain of despair
Covers all happy hopes and expectations-
Resurrecting all my ghosts and confrontations.

For TODAY is that cruel day
My inner voice I have heard-
Saying “Love to me is unfair”.”

“A so cruel cruelty was never believed:
My purest love, for you a mere distraction
Still can’t concrete a reason for such action
The highest from of Evil could not conceive

Is it the devil in you, you’ve got to please?
Are your funny laughs worth of my pain?
Your saddest form of art happens to explain
Why a Clown smiles, when his happiness cease.

A secret receipt, a sacred beverage bittersweet
Carelessly poured in your cup of conquests
The warm liquid of my tears lies left to drink.

For my heart was served and eaten already
As main course for your appetite’s sake
Dear hungry, marmalady blonde milady.”

“How uncertain Fate appears to the lover
Always pursuing, always on the chase
Following her lead, her tortuous trace:
Diamantine eyes under night’s cooly cover.

Reluctant lady who denies his embrace
Yet allows him peeping a subtle lecture,
So his hope survives with the tiniest gesture;
His heart is secured, not forgotten her face.

How often love reveals itself without structure!
For the self-pleasured cause of her distraction,
Bewildered his will for an instant rapture.

There’s no blend without appropriate mixture
There’s no rupture without a previous attraction
And there’s no heart inside a living Sculpture.”

“If you depart
My smile,
That smile that you love so much
That shy smile that your lips never touch
Will lose its art.

If you depart
My eyes,
Those eyes that subtly hypnotize you
Those green eyes that confront your eyes blue
Will close up.

If you depart
My Heart,
That heart that speaks for the two of us
That kind heart that inspires your laugh
Will tear apart.

Then,
My sighs be longer than my pride,
My days darker than my nights.”

“It is not my destiny, nor my foes I fear;
Not the sudden, cold embrace of Death:
Like a silver sword calling for flesh
The sweetest sonnet whispers to my ear.

‘This will hurt’- her music sounds so near.
Rush hour- yet my last words not been said:
‘Maybe heaven is too far for human breath...
...my soul finds her earthly Hell more dear’.

The fallen angel inside me does not care
For God’s Sacred Will or His Holy Wrath:
‘I just don’t want to fly back’- if you’re not there.

My heart bleeds out: ‘I don’t ever want to die!’
Eternally seeing myself in your blue mirrors,
My twice Eden!!- but you are scared to sigh.”

“Oh broken angel of acid-lucid eyes
How I love your many ways of lying!
-then your tender, careless ways of denying,
The bitter hollow that in your heart resides.

Oh wicked angel, you are seldom sober!!
And I’m a night tease inside a far bubble,
An entertainer for your wine-cottoned crowd,
A recreational drug, a one-page Bible
A washed-out verse to your ruthless hangover.

Oh blue-stoned angel, oh icecube love!!!
A salted tear falls red over my keyboard
While roses dead you drop before my graveyard
-kissed goodbye by the razor wings of the Dove.

Finally the darkest day salutes my soul,
Dressed up in a sinister silver smile
- a kind, black etiquette that suits my heart fine;
- a white, virgin sheet where my last verses I pour.”

“Once again I return to my cave of Despair...
How dearly she welcomes me!- like a newlywed
Embracing me with the cold shelter of Death
Her miraculous eyes shape my heart’s repair.

Love, like an early bird I flee from your side
Casted away from the root of all my dreams.
No more will I look into your golden stream!
And surrender, seduced by the whispers of Tide.

In my light and in my sleep I have chased your toes
And lost my Faith sailing every promised land.
Farewell, my cruel teacher, Master of all woes:

Let’s part now before we enemies become
Like a bleeding wound the crossroad reveals to us...
Choose a way!!- so I May take the opposite path.”