Cold dead bones

In a cold dead bed

With a cold dead sheet

And boney cold flowers

Hideous freezing memories

Rising from the dead

Gravestones whistling loudly

People praying silently

Mourning words of peace

Finding madness instead



Isn’t it incredible?

Isn’t it incredible? How every sunset could be the last one? The most beautiful one? The saddest or the best one?

Isn’t it incredible? How every sunset could be the beginning or the end of a new story? A new life or a new book?

Isn’t it incredible?How we can capture a moment that means more than it’s said and done?

Isn’t it incredible? How a ray of sun can change our mood, our thoughts and all our day?

Isn’t it incredible? How we deeply live these moments? In tune with the world and the sounds around us?

Oh nature! Isn’t it an incredible woman?

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Porcelain spilled all over the sea
Floating lightly
Your white heart lost in the waves
Fragile as it is
Following the storms
Revolving all around
Trying to recompose
From the light and thunder
Shattered into pieces


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Small pieces

What am I

If not a small piece of humanity

A breath

A smile

A drop

A tear

What am I

If not a bird

Who flies in the open sky

And sings to the trees

What am I

If not a working ant,

A free horse

Or a sleeping cat

What am I

If not part of this beautiful




Have you ever felt like this?

Like nothing is really worth at try?

Like life is hopeless?

Have you ever felt powerless?

Unable to control your life

aiming the afterlife.

Unable to control your body

and falling inevitably.

You brain is miles and miles far away,

but your body still weighs,

you don’t know how to stop your mind,

how to stop the voices that make you go blind,


and insulting.

They say you’re useless,


they say you should stay here,

lying down near the fire,

playing with your life,

destroy it,

deny it.

But you know that is not true

but you take these lies as the univeral truth

and you live like everyone else,

fighting a battle that no one else sees.

You want someone to understand you,

but no one wants to live near you.

No one has ever wanted it,

no one has ever cared.

They’re just here

saying they understood

but you’re misunderstood.

But do they really want?

Do they really want to play with a hurricane?

Do they really want to be me?