What to say about me ? I am just a seagul and I like to fly, free, in the deep sky of life. Life is not always something sure and bright, sometimes just really relative and weak, feeble, but still worthy to see how it goes, how it will be in the end; one day you are the first, the other the last one, but anyways it just a run against yourself, not against others.

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Words for two blue eyes

Cold outside,
nothing special is going on on my agenda
and the only important thing I had
it was inside me and it was the thought about you
but it's gone,
as your blue eyes I can see just in my dreams
and imagining to stare at them
letting the wind of a quiet day blowing on me.

December is talking me,
driving me away on a dead end street
heading to some far suburbs out of my maps
and my today,
making to fail the connection
between my heart and brain
gettin me lost in a choice
I can't take without pounding.

Then you walk inside
our unexisting room made just with hopes,
bytes and screens,
and I understand i just don't need any connection
between heart and brain to tell you how I feel,
I just have to let your eyes reading my soul
blushing and waiting the brightness of one of your smiles
and to take your hand to jump outside the window
of this untasty days
toward a world where feelings don't call for shame
and hearts are pure
like the eyes of the newborn.



The brave Haenea's night

I open my eyes
on the silent and nocturne
gurgling sea.
but I still recall the same thought
in my mind:
my city burning,
and screams, and fires, and swords,
and the smoothy hair of my love
mixed with the street's ground,
and me,
forever wounded
by the incapacity
to defend her.

All now
it is just a black star
on the East
and my tears are in the sea,
and the sea is in my tears.

I let my mind been night
and my heart been a drum,
desiring the lack of understanding
and obstinacy,
in the way to run aground
on a lonely island
to get high with lotus
until to become
citizen of other unexisting worlds.

But now the moon is hovering in the sky on me,
and her beams are coming throught the semi closed door of my hope,
melting my demons' grudge,
and calling me
as a nymph in love,
to go out
and try to live again,
playing the feeling's harp,
waiting for another instrument
able to accompain my melody,
and with love,
my human wandering.