Intimate Duality Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Hands on a mirror,
touching my intimate duality,
I seek my salvation into my next intuition.
Silently
I subtly invade your territory,
I lay down inside me,
caressing my own skin
in minutes counting my depression
leaving a breathless steam of emotion.
I shock myself and fade
into a glassy motionless darkness
fingers are flowing along with music
they just say what they want,
I can't control this flood of emotions
I wish I could turn them into my own reckless music.
Lay against the cold glass,
I am making love with myself.
Soul To Soul.
No Fear.
I can't do me no harm.
Not this time.
Soundtrack: Take Me Into Your Skin - Trentemøller
Is The Soul Female? Friday, December 04, 2009
Talented? Maybe. Someone said so.
Convinced? At all. That's the problem.
How can anyone believe you, if you yourself are the first who doubts about your own possibilities?
Spinning around, words and thoughts, without an aim. No more energy to fight for your right to express your Soul. She talks all the same. She owns you. Is the Soul female? Who cares... She's got the power. She makes you cry and lay in despair, everytime Music reaches your innermost parts. You just can't help it. You are a fucking freaking addicted. No matter how much work you have to do to get yourself a living, she will possess you, distract you and you'll finally catch a pen to let it all out. When you're finished, you'll be hating yourself for hearing all those stupid invisibile voices. For not being able to live for them. To just be a slave to the art you don't believe is really hiding inside you.
How I'd wish to be like her. Pure emotion. Converted in music and voice.
I'm only words. Without sound.
Invisible.
Like me.
Soundtrack: Invisible Girl - Cristina Donà
"Ode" To My Family Sunday, October 18, 2009
Just wondering how someone can so easily disappear, completely vanishing into the absurd motionless steam of a computerized world.
Her e-mail is still waiting for my answer. What should I say?
I only ask myself why I have been so blind for such a long time. Always craving for her love, me, the little cousin from abroad.
No contacts for such a long time and yesterday that long and painful phone call.
Why did you choose my birthday to cut me with your knife of mistrust and suspicion?
I have my faults, I don't deny that. But it's not me that you should blame for the distance that keeps growing in our family. I just did not want to be judged or criticized again.
But you just don't listen.
I am tired of suffering for you all. I can't repair the damage anymore. Grandma and grandpa are not here now, to tell us how they love us. To keep us together.
I should start to handle with this.
And more than a thousand miles between us are not the real problem, even if sometimes it really is.
I am tired of speaking in a different language. And I'm not just talking about our local idioms.
You just can't understand me. I guess you never did.
You don't even imagine how deep I have become, and not for choice.
And how I long for a big strong family tree.
You should have known, if only you had read my voice.
Venice - The Family Tree [Lyrics]
(Live at the Royal Carré theatre in Amsterdam)
Twins Monday, October 05, 2009
A warm rush, all of a sudden. It shakes me inside.
I know it's you.
Can't tell anyone, they would just laugh at me and say: Are you crazy, or something?
Maybe mine are just fantasies...
But I think I know when you're thinking about me.
When tears reach my eyes without any reason, when I feel this mysterious warmth inside and this restless instinct of running with the wind, maybe you've just seen or felt something you would have shared with me.
Strange, isn't it?
Twins.
I know we are.
Who cares about blood?
Soundtrack: Naked As We Came - Iron And Wine
She says "wake up, it's no use pretending"
I'll keep stealing, breathing her.
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes 'round the yard
She says "If I leave before you, darling
Don't you waste me in the ground"
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes round the yard
Silent Stupidity Saturday, October 03, 2009
Me Talking To Myself
You're asking yourself too many questions, can't you see?
Some kind of magic just can't be read under the light of enlightment.
Slowly, memories confuse me with present spots of silent stupidity.
Alas!
Soundtrack: Smooth Operator - Sade
May This Winter... Friday, October 02, 2009
Stuck here while I'd wish to be walking around the world consuming my 'brand old shoes', I wonder where you are and how's it going.
Like a human statue along La Rambla, I seem to stand still.
But inside me an ocean flows in multicoloured rows and reaches you all, just waiting for a sign of your attention.
May this winter be warm at heart,
may our special bond always keep us strong.
From me to you, with love.
Soundtrack: Vagabundo Soy - Orchestra Di Piazza Vittorio
