Bare foot in the middle of water, two foggy silhouettes dancing with autumn. Balance. Rhythm flows with the gentleness of falling leaves. Intertwined. Perfect sync. Breath. Heartbeats. Turn. Hands like delicate wings touching each other’s back. Another spin. Perfectly arched contours… Flow like a river. Touch like rain. Hold like moonlight. Monday, October 10, 2011
pas de deux
Bare foot in the middle of water, two foggy silhouettes dancing with autumn. Balance. Rhythm flows with the gentleness of falling leaves. Intertwined. Perfect sync. Breath. Heartbeats. Turn. Hands like delicate wings touching each other’s back. Another spin. Perfectly arched contours… Flow like a river. Touch like rain. Hold like moonlight. 
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Fragments
This hall is silent and covered up in darkness. Seated on some stairs holding my knees, I close my eyes, rise up my head and listen to the sharp and whispered, almost transparent sound of violin. I feel like floating in green clear water, and smooth fragments of music are bubbling up out of my mouth… one spin, two spins…
Low and intense hum.
Five cellos, five layers of reality.
Sitting on the fence in a small paved square near the sea; the cold and round touch of metal. It’s so much sun. My eyes engulfing all the bright light around. And you close in, so close… and your scent recalls the frost and spice. So close that my head rest on your chest; your breath makes this thin film of colors and scents vibrates. Paaaaaaaang! Deep and heavy, the echo of drum shattered the light and pushed me back into the dark. These stairs I’m sitting on are gently rippling. I’m trapped back.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Love in the ice
Perhaps somehow, someday I’ll find that unrevealed wavelength for an extremely short broadcast of your slapshots in a 38 milliseconds’ ice clear dream.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Hope
Once I was asked: why are you hiding behind another language? Not to forget it … I said, and it was maybe just a part of the truth.Not to forget a part of myself perhaps...
Now I get into the words of another quadrant,
as if I try to rediscover the meaning of my whole life.
And it was so incredibly startling to find out that even if I know how to say love, I was never curious about hope.
Photo: http://lorelaymiss.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/speranta1.jpg
Friday, June 10, 2011
blue
Tales are like oceans.Half transparent,
half opaque,
immensely blue,
waving or furious
covered in a delicate film of tenderness.
There is no rule of salvage.
It’s just float.
And arms wide open.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
green
Cold spring like morning. It’s late and I don’t care. My head is heavier than Jupiter and my thoughts two times further than Pluto. It is just another day and the radio is on and I’m listening to an old and strange tune suffocating delicately the noise of the engine. Riders on the storm… Riders on the storm... Up on a ladder he’s cleaning a window… that’s fun. A wide glass transparent window; and his green t-shirt went up… and my thoughts went down, got out of the car and behaved like a curious alien.Photo: http://www.designboom.com/cms/images/anita05/window07.jpg
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Cold sun
Not in this world…. This puzzle is mingled and incomplete.
Each element is captive in a different fractal.
And she’s lost, and a traveler.
Her eyes were caressing your fingers
I, somehow, retrieved a mental blurred image of her lips doing it so many times before... your hands were smelling of leather and dust.
Your neck and smile linked to her deleted memories of sharp metal and torrid sun, dust and white flowers of spring…
All that remained in that seashelled fractal, far white, blanked, cold, still sharp.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Winter apart
Somebody is trapped inside me and cries. all its sadness and tears
slowly rise
and fill up all the small cavities inside
expand the limits of my skin
dissipate in circular waves all around
I’m afraid…
my silent soliloquy
might hurt
might cause a wave tougher than sadness
more painful than isolation
colder than frost
somebody might hear all my unspoken words
falling down like an unwanted winter
and there hunkered down, covered in a colorless blanket
an unnamed twin is starring at the ocean, recalling spoiled
dismembered memories
while tears are crystallizing short letters of farewell
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
echos
Close the door and listen It’s such a blue sky
And so is the sea whose image I can hear on the phone whose texture I can scent
The ceiling in your room suddenly has a floral pattern, thousand of points generate a petal
White… fleur du lys - white as the body armour or maybe as snow powder
Fine as the neck line that is hiding under the helmet
I can hear the rhythm of waves
I can hear them strangely echoed as if I was plunged miles down into the water
Those echoes overlapping my heartbeats, alpha and theta waves
A.. at... ata ...atat
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
white
It snows in a foreign language, with hexagonal crystalline words.
There is no spring;
just a delicate yet undecided winter.
And I wear the snow flakes on my eyebrows and lips
And when I breathe air vibrates like the strings of a cello
And I imagine a white plane landing in a slow motion causing a huge wave of snow and disappearing in a thick translucent fog somewhere in the delta quadrant
Friday, February 18, 2011
Trip aside. Erased.
It felt like a thunderbolt simultaneously struck
my neo-cortex and sternum
and I stopped there in the middle of the street looking at that stranger in a short black coat.
hurtfully my mind spun for a second
thousand of sprawled images
thousand of images fading out …
and I feel so heavy and intense like my memory was erased
and I’m losing all ties
and I cannot remember.
I cannot remember.
Photo: http://www.fluid-radio.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Erasure.jpg
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