Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Poetry II - What if

What if
life was a smile
how many teeth needed?
What if
cries were water
in which sea they would end?
What if
the hate was a chair
there would be room for the unfair?
What if
lies were rose petals
who would have the bigger garden?
What if
What if
the silence of a night
would give you words
would it be the answer
to this immense...
What if

Friday, December 18, 2009

Poetry - I - The kiss - Today I miss you

Today I miss you
and it is like when...
the breathe stops into your throat..
as a sea empty nor a boat.
Today I miss you
as the moment of a kiss
when your eyes stay closed
and your brain fall in a fool desire
Today I miss you
the eyes where was written my face
that scratch on the left side down the mouth
where my lips found the best place
Today I miss you
like walking on the point of naked feet
to not hear the cold of the floor
walking fast to let this pain get a bit sweet
Today I miss you
and there is no relief
no struggle of soul
Today I miss you
that you
who makes me rock
who stool my road
who brought me at the horizon
that you
who painted dreams of glass
so weak
so full of you
and it is for this
that after that the wave passed
and sea struggled with the rock
of my existence so empty
all I can do
... is just missing you
who?

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The lady who was looking for her party - Chapter 6

Isabel entered the kitchen, the brown wood of the furnishing seemed one with the floor, she took the floor and started to prepare the bread of the poor, the pizza.
For once her mind went back to when she was a kid, and she tripped in an out "monastery"
The nuns told her that food is the first way of gifting the love through the gifts more poor as cooking the bread was the melting of the most poor ingredient, the pizza was a tentative once of a poor cooker, to enjoy the dinner of a king, he studied all a night to understand, how to enjoy him, but then his son, a kid so young and little to not arrive to the table of the kitchen with the nose,entered the room playing with a ball done of old tissues, illuminated he tought, if a kid enjoy playing with tissues creating the idea of a ball, well I will do the most easy think to do and the king will enjoy it.It was so true.
Every Saturday when she was in her "new family" she runned down the stairs of the big house of her gramma, in silence, without making noises, she sitted in a corner on a litle char of wood down a window, from there she could see the table of marble.
The white of floor melted with the white of salt and the grey of lievit becoming bread in the hands of her gramma, and then mixed to the red of the tomatoes of sooth italy.
There in the corner she listened her gramma histories :
"you know God created human being like that, in a second, scientists doctors experts lost her life with the same questions, why?, but who mind of the reason why bread is so unique in this world, and the salt so salty as the sea or tomatoes is so red at the sun? few , so anyone should enjoy the presence of human being as they enjoy a pizza, and life would be more easy".
The gramma knew she was there, but that she pretened to be not discovered, so every time she was there talking alone to the air,telling every time a new story.


Isabel was in the kitchen smiling, she was away in time and space from her gramma, but she was there cooking the same pizza, her sight went back to the room,for the first time she noted a little chair of wood, she had never noted it and now it seemed a bit more a presence there to remember her the line of this life.
That chair was there before she started to be there, none had bought it, it was already part of the furnishing,when they entered in the apartment.
She went on melting floor with an energic movement of arms.
The main door opened and the guy came out, entering as a little wisper of the wind.
"Hey girl I am hungry,I think you get bored today"

Isabel smiled
"No I had a series of explorations"

"uhm I do not see where you could go"
the voice of the guy was demanding
"around as around"
Isabel did not want explain her little trip, it was her exploration and none could have understod it she tought,
"ok now let's move or we get late and people arrive"
she kissed the guy,looking his brown grey eyes.

Monday, November 23, 2009

The lady who was looking for her party - Chapter 5

Isabel walked out, the weather outside was uncertain, like her portuguese life hanging on a cloud to not see the rain around.
The ribeira was not a place of shopping but she needed walk, and it was her little heaven.
The pastel colour of buildings, seemed, second after second, grey as pearl, through the shape of clouds passing the sky.
German tourist sitted outside the bars, making pictures as Japanese to girls dressed with traditional costumes, was a show of noise.
A couple on a bench in front of the big old wood boats,were discussing in a melt of kissing and shouting as just lovers know to do.
Walking slowly her sight get lost in front of a chapel, it was the " Nossa Senhora do Ó", that little chapel, lost among the bars,soon would have had meant for her the worst walk in her life, but it was still time to get enchanted by her preferred bridge "Dom Luis I", the second kid of Mr.Eiffel.
Lost in the voices and the smell of the sea melted to the Douro, she was interrupted by her mobile ringing
"Hey do you still remember you are manager"
her boss was freaking out, on the other part of the world, lost in kenya o somewhere else, with his affairs for rich people, out of every understanding for the human being.
"Sometimes I will"
Isabel answered smiling to the couple on the bench finally lost in a sweet hug.
"So is nice if yo prepare yourself, I need you in Paris"

"Not bad imagine if you needed me in Kenya to save you from a Lion!"

"You joke, I do not fire you, for one reason, you know how to work!"

Isabel switched off the phone, yes she was a manager of a rich multinational, based in Usa, and any time people asked it was as if she was like a martian on the moon, a stranger in one of the most poor area of Europe;but none said that the research of a party is done through gold roads was her thinking.
Isabel walked fast back to the taxi zone, she had to come back home, fastly, away from her moment of escape.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

The lady who was looking for her party - Chapter 4

Isabel moves her legs away the ones of the guy, she arched her back and wake up from the bed, walking around the room, to reach his bed side.

" Sleep tight, or sleep few, the angels or demons will help you"

She wishpered this little song in his years and walked out the room.



The kitchen was so hot, summer was arriving finally, on the table the glasses was still half full of wine, she took them and heard the smell, putting it under her nose.

She tought how much she had hated that smell.

When Carlos was back home full of beer and wine, asking to switch off her anger with her body, the same smell she felt on her body so many times.

The smell she felt the day she escaped her past.



It was a moment, she fastly empty the glass in the sink and opened the water.

The sink was full, so she started to clean as a good housewife.



The guy waked up, she heard him coughing loudly.

She moved in the kitchen opening the fridge, bringing on some water. She drunk from the bottle while some drops of water was coming out her corner lips.



"Hey, were you singing in my ear"

Isabel put the water back in the fridge and looked at the guy

"Have you dreamed?"

" Nah I never dream I sleep as a rock and snore as a donkey, you are crazy in sleeping with me"

" Well so It can be someone wanted gift you the remember of a dream"

" You are crazy"

" Nothing new under the sun, guy, do you want a coffee?"

" Yes"

Isabel prepared the coffee, finally the smell of wine disappeared from the kitchen.

The guy went out to smoke, she remained enjoying his shape in a cloud of smoke.

It was her happiness, that guy and his shape, in a morning.

She took a cigarette and went out too.

She kissed the lips guy slowly and switched on her cigarette.

" So guy, how is the mood?"

" Going, I must take care of some stuff"

She stood in silence as usual, it was not in her nature to make questions, mainly because she was afraid of answers, as she knew people never mind to find the right word, they speak as the rivers comes, and she was sick of that.

" ok, I will go out later, if you need something let me know"

" no worry and make sure you have all we need for the dinner of tonight"

" of course menino!"

Monday, October 26, 2009

The lady who was looking for her party - Chapter 3 The morning after

The light of the sun entered trough the balcony of the bedroom, a ray touched Isabel eyes as she moved into the coats.
Her movements were slow as she opened her eyes.The guy was there into her bed.The eyes closed,the mouth slightly opened in a little snore, he had a line in the middle of his chin.
She tought how many times she had loved that little spot,covered by beard sometimes.
She moved among the coats to hug him, kissing slowly his right cheek, he opened his eyes as if she had gifted him the breathe of life back:
"Hey hun"
Isabel tought on how words get softer and easier after making love."Hey guy"
She moved her left leg up his body hugging him, and he took her thigh in his hand as for caging her.
The two went out, she loved the sea and he knew it, so that in the few calm moments of his time mood, they went to see the spot were the sun fall down the sea at west, and the earth seem eat every ray of light so fast.

They were nearby to enter in an old bar, while the wind was getting fast and seemed move away all the bad toughts.
"Do you know what is a road ?"
"Is a challenge every day ": Isabel answered prompt to the guy
"I will kill you with my love one day, you know?" the guy wishpered it in her left ear, looking a man in the bar sleeping on a chair.
Isabel mouth's corners moved up as in a bitter laugh, she tought how funny was life and how deep the idea every human being has to be the center of the world.Her black long hair moved on her shoulder as she rotates her neck towards the window.The guy was amazed by her beauty, her deep lips, coloured as the peach flowers, her eyes lightly brown so full of life to scare the world, her skin smooth so delicate that it was possible to see the map of her veins around the eyes.
Isabel started to sing looking to the wind that was arriving from the ocean beating the sea and moving as a kid in a moment of rage.Trough the window of the bar she could see a little ship in the pain of the tempest, for a minute she prayed God to leave that ship alive or to do that agony faster.Someone up the clouds heard her words and all the sudden, a ray of light came out, the ship found back the road as she stopped to sing.

"You know we can decide to be the sea, the wind or the ship but someone always will take the final decision and we can just move in the rage as the sea, breathe as the wind or begging to not end up in little pieces as she ship.
Do you think all this will ever mean something for the world? "


The guy ended his beer lost in the words he had more will to have some fun than to listen to her hope:
" I think you need just rest your brain".
Isabel moves her eyes toward the ones of the guy, she looked at a piece of foam of the beer on his mouth:
"I know you will kill someone, maybe me but surely you will kill yourself".
She took his hand standing up in front of him, while her blue skirts danced around her legs.
She was too much elegant for a bar on the seaside.She brought the guy out of the bar, walking in the middle of the little mass of people who were watching a soccer match on tv.
They were out.
The guy coughed as the wind beat him.
Isabel exploded in a laugh:
"Cover yourself or the wind will throw you in the sea".

Friday, October 23, 2009

The lady who was looking for her party - Chapter 2 A nightmare in the night

The day of the party arrived and Isabel was nervous.
She had to dress with a black elegant suit, as an accurate cool lady, the laces of the corset were too much large, or maybe she was too much thin.She took a necklace from the mess inside her wardrobe, one with white pearls.
It was an old gift of her gramma, the pearls were cold and she trembles feeling them on her skin, trying to close fast the necklace.
Looking at her diaphane face in the mirror,she tought it was funny choosing pearls, the tradition wanted that they meant cries and it was the day of her 18 y.o. birthday an important step for any girl in the South Italy.
- "ISAAAAAAAAAAAAA move on "!!!!!!!!!-
The mum called back the door Isabel felt as in a trial, she wanted disappear, she did not see nothing to party, her dreams were far, her life was annoing.
She hated her body, her toughts, the sillyness of her will to move away, to be an indipendent woman, to find two arms to hug in the nights of bad dreams.
-! I arrive mummy, give me 5 minute of peace !!!!!!"-
-" Peace?? Everyone is going to arrive here, what the hell!"
The mum knocked the door with strenght as that the door trembled
Isabel opened the door with one movement, as her mum was nearby to fall in her arms.
- "Here is the stranger not invited to the party"-
-"Stop to joke silly girl !! "
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Isabel waked up from the bed, her breathe was so full of pain her hands sweatings, she looked nearby her pillow, the guy was sleeping peacefully.She waked up from the bed, and entered the kitchen walking on the point of her feet.
Opening the fridge she took a bottle of wine, she opened it drinking that poison down fast, counting until ten, it was her way to put all her pains down.The poison was fast to confuse her mind, she walked toward the window and remained there to watch the sky, there was nothing up there and nothing in her mind.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Chapter 1 - The lady who was looking for her party

Sometimes, we spend the whole life to find the mathematical solution that can assure us the best life, the best job, the best day for being able to do the thing X and to realize the project Y...
Isabel wanted just die in the lake of her blood, praying it would have been fast.
The life had punished her, without no apparent reasons, and she had no more the inner strength to fight, she looked up to the sky , astonished to be still able to recognize the different color of clouds, while the time seemed eternal.
The same life she lived so intensively, running through the breathes of many people.
The same road she had done taking many hands, gifting many smiles, as for a strange mission, whose end you never know, but you feel inside there must be a line, the knowledge that let you feel how is possible that the diamonds and the glasses at the end will finish separated.
The same life which brings you to hear the rustle of the days that pass between the hairs, without let you feel the wishper of the wind, and you have always an inner sensation that beats and cuddles you with an intensity stated by the sound of the days moving as .Someone calls it " fear of life" or "fear of die",Isabel called it"the research of my party"a place where you can be comfy, and feel that your eyes will always find the same light for whatever they will look.
She had never had the hope to die so old, 85 years passed, flied as the water falling down a cascade.
She smiled up without clue if someone was around her bed... suddenly someone aarrived:"Mrs Roca! Mrs Roca!"The steps were fast, one person two persons three persons.Anyone around her, touching her body, moving machines, covering her mouth from blood,"Fast! Fast!"Isabel Roca was in a hospital, it was not yet her time to go.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Episode poetry - Part 1


Wake up

is the story of a trip in the mind done a morning when out light is smooth and thoughts are not yet clear.In that few minutes we can think to the lost and the newcomers of our life.Making wishesTaking prays Those few minutes are dedicated to ourselves and gifted to the one we care


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Svegliarsi


è la storia di un viaggio nella mente fatto una mattina, quando la luce è leggera e i pensieri non sono ancora chiari. In pochi minuti, possiamo pensare a coloro che abbiamo perso e a quelli che sono arrivati nella nostra vita. Facendo desideriTenendo nel cuore preghiereQuei pochi minuti sono dedicati a noi stessi e regalati a quelli che amiamo


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Acorda-te


É a história de uma viagem na mente feito uma manhã, quando a luz é suave e os pensamentos ainda não estão claras. Em poucos minutos podemos pensar para os perdidos e os recém-chegados na nossa vida. Fazendo desejos




Thursday, September 3, 2009

- Il viaggio - Parte 1 ( italiano)

Tutto iniziò nel momento in cui una signora passò tra la folla del metrò e loro due si alzarono in contemporanea, gli sguardi si incrociarono quasi a sfiorarsi nella calura della Linea 3.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

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