Inocence

Was I a layer?
No, I wasn’t
How could I bear up?
Your hypocrisy when I look at you?
Once I believed in you
I trusted in you
You have broken my dreams
Which were once of both of us
We shared almost the same things
We enjoyed the same things
But these likes were violated
by your disloyalty and tour satiric game

Now, you don’t know how much I hate you
Your fake love is a rapper
that took my purity and confidence for one and forever ever.
My words are raw but real as a tempo

Sometimes

Sometimes alone
Sometimes isolated
His life is completely wasted
No matter how many books he has read
No matter how many churches he has ever been
No matter how many of them have been stolen
The inquisitor is there
Watching him being tortured there in that oven.
The room is dark
There is no light in it
His captors took him to nowhere
To a place most of us fear
I don’t know how I saw that picture
of that man hanging from his shoulders.
He shouted , screamed and then silence,
the last thing he said: I can’t see..
Well his eyes were poke out
Then he said: I see you...wait, wait for me! There, light blinds me...
Then, all there in the cave was silence
But the laugh of the inquisitor who said:
Go on, run and find him
May be it’s your angel at the doors of heaven
(The laugh went on)

Cheating

She met him when she was desperate
Her boyfriend have left her
She was empty
Without someone
Who can make her feel better
She needed someone
She found a man
He has in his thirties
Ten year elder than her
Yet, they had that chemistry
They found wine on flowers
Sun on clouds
Stars on the sky
And blood on their bodies
Passion was there but for a little time

“Baby, I love you”,

“Baby, I love you”,
“You have no idea how much I need you”
All these words...
I got tired of listening to them
And your tongue should have suffered when uttering them
Now, I realized that
All of this was
a simple narration of ideas , once read on a book
They look like a chronological account of historical events
Those of Pigna’s volumes
One day, you told me you wanted to be a priest
You left me without saying any other word.
My mouth was still wide open
When you took your bag and left home
I thought the guilty one here was not you
But God
I have never imagined he could take me away another person I love
Eight years have passed
And I found you
Wondering the streets
“What a surprise, how are you?”
“I‘m fine, darling”. "I’m studying Latin at San Francisco church”
I never dared to ask him what his fortune was
in reference to his religious vows
We went on our respective paths as if nothing happened that night of cold

How much I love you?

How much I need you
I don’t know
Can love be measured?
Who knows...
I want you to tell me
what is going on between us
If there is fire or just a cold
I have many doubts
Many...Believe it or not
You confuse me
with your complicated words
I tried to avoid your presence
So as to be strong
But when I see you
I am more like a dying flower
in the middle of a deserted road.
How long should I bear up your childish games?
You know I am a doll
You treat me like your pet
Why don’t you leave me alone?
I’ll really appreciate
may be in that form
I forget at once and forever and anymore.

Loneliness once again...

Surprised of being alone one day
I found out that i hate to be alone
I have always had someone with me
but these people were mere pedestrians in my heart
they just walk, entered ,
not even stayed for a while and then, they left.
Sometmes, I cried
sometimes I felt that relief
soemtimes I missed
but I have never been in love
this time I will wait for him to come
he swore me that last month.
Lu, I am waiting for you to come.
don't let me alone
not anymore.

my future

I met him in an unexpected situation
thousand of milesare between us
yet, you decided to leave all your things behind.
just to meet me.
you swear me love
you say you love me.
I say the same thing
but, is it true? is this love just real?
or is it just an obsession?
the only thing we know
is that we need each other
why, how and where do not matter at all
the only thing, we must care
is our hearts.