second time lucky

a very sweet waiting time, waiting for you, baby of mine. a pretty cold spring, sunshine. the same red dress, filled with more and more love, silk. the same old process, without the judge. some seeds, a garden, an evermoving edge. and the sky above. your brother. my flowers. a …

enjoy life

one day you will open your eyes, my baby, my highest gift, and you’ll find a world to call your home, and you’ll find a way to reach your throne. for one day you’ll open your heart, my baby, my wildest twist, finding Joy wherever it is, and it is …

who I become

only the ocean knows the deeps of its blues. the sky only knows the darkness of the unknown. yet the poet can be darkness, can be ocean and be the whole. this poem is part of a collection of 123 poems titled Becoming Human: a poetical journey

cilindro

T’amavo a piedi nudi sulla neve e poi per i prati fioriti e tu mi amavi come una scoperta che ti riportava al senso del primo dissentire. Ed era semplice così, amando, disertare il tempo per abbracciar l’infinito. Al dito non portavamo anelli. Una collana di perle di lago, un …