Poetry 5 - June 2009

let me go away
make me free
from this prison
let me go away
spare me
another litany
do not
say you love me
none will hear us
for us
will speak henceforth
just the ties
come on
minute's silence
today it is off a dream
count until one hundred
and return to live
because you need
and if you go away, go to a place out
hand
or not
find a place unreachable
and the end will fall
in this movie screen without
you and I as a still picture
actors and spectators
let me go away
call the police
I have just killed away
your pretty fun
To save me from the pain
I could not suffer
none should suffer more
but make love until madness
let me go away
the time get cured
the time that fucking doctor
found at the crossroads
is time
off the cross and so 'is
let me go away
help me
in this euthanasia
we will love no longer here but through
what in other days we will find
and in the return of jealousy
and so
pay the Executioner
die of boredom or homesickness
dead and never wound
let me go away
you go to ask kisses and another life
find a women, dreamlender
Let me go away
Tell God that's over between us
it would have called it then
our "truman show"
well is time also for us
inside this dirty bad
called world
let me go away
it 'is what it is,but not let it be so'
then call it a mad poetry
let me go away
forgive youself
This cowardice
let me go away
Do it for me
let me get away from you ...

Sometimes

Poetry 4 - It is...

It is what it is
call it as it is
If it was it was
call it a remember
It will be what will be
but do not call it future
It could be what could be
do not stop on hope
It is just a drop
passed too fast
but not the last
the name is unknown
the feeling is a little breathe
seemed a storm to pull you down
watched sitted on this horizon
is just a miserable
human being

Poetry 3 - S Cammarriere

Per ricordarmi di te
Ombre trafiggono il mare
Come le stelle che cadono
E non si accendono più
E passa un cielo di nuvole
Mentre mi piove nell’anima
Sono stagioni che vanno lontano
E non tornano più
Per ricordarmi di te
Della tua bocca di maggio
E’ solo un gioco ma credimi
Non c’entra niente con te
Perchè stanotte é la mia
E devo andare lontano
Ovunque il vento mi porterà
Voglio vedere che c’è
Per ricordarmi di te
Sono salito su un treno
Ed ho pensato che un giorno
Magari t’incontrerò
Senza più niente tra noi
Senza passare da dove sai, dove sai
Senza passare da dove sai
Quando i miei sogni saranno
Rimasti ormai dietro di me
Per ricordarmi di te
Per ricordarmi di te
Ore sfinite dai giorni
E dagli attesi ritorni
E treni senza di te
Perché ci vuole coraggio
Ci vuole molta speranza
Quando l’estate cadrà in una stanza
Lontano da te

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

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?

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.

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.