Hi guys. I apologize for not posting for a while, but I was very busy with many progects. One of them is my new blog I created with my half. In this site you will find pictures we took in our little trips, you can read our thoughts and our feelings expressed by words and many other, in our opinion, very interesting different things. We will soon provide to translate our posts in english, in the meantime we hope you'll enjoy it. :)
Un amore di Swan
Yours,
Fool in The Rain
Fool in the Rain
Wednesday 20 June 2012
Saturday 26 November 2011
Always You
In the dark and dispersed night, among the most solitary crowd and chaos,
thundering flashes of lightning, coming from nowhere and everywhere,
penetrate my look leaving me dazzled and confused;
booming noises of sounds of different colours pierce my hearing,
abandoning me alone, dazed and deafened.
I feel the floor warm of the fumes, of the dry rain, of the filthy
under my naked feet and in the meantime a cloack of cold air enshrouds me,
a bristly air that comes into my skin, into my muscles, into my bones,
freezing all me.
Lost in my numb body, in my misty consciousness,
in my strenght elapsing, I stagger holding on to
what I find: a dark lamp, a viscid banister,
my shoulders bent by pain.
I meet persons in front of me, behind me, and among thrusts of anger,
of bothers, of nausea, I knock down but I haven’t the strenght to rise
and I surrender to the confusion of the sensor stimuli of this
loneliness of the future.
I just look up and I observe faces of the persons hurriedly
vanishing, fleeting, from my reality, but I can’t see you, the only face
I look for in the large crowd of individuals and that probably
sleeps soundly, enshrouded by the wadding of his indifference.
Saturday 19 November 2011
Did you ever really want somebody?
Smell of iron in my hands.
A metal feather on my skin.
It’s time.
Go, a clean cut.
Blood…pleasure? No, just a more bearable pain.
Still bitter frost, still agonizing love.
And so go, another cut.
Blood…again…blood.
Silent crystals slipping down from lashes.
Stop…
Saturday 12 November 2011
What I expect?
I take my heavy head in my hands, keeping palms well closed to my ears
so no sound can penetrate inside me but, while outside most golden silence
reigns supreme, in my mind chaos is raging and it is piercing me with its
sharp thoughts and it is raping my libs with its thundering images and
it is lacerating my skin leaving me in many shreds, in many more strips than
my body is composed by.
I slither upon corpses of my mangled emotions that I in vane tried to take away
from destruction and that now are filling that abyss is dividing me from
my happiness, and I clutch at anything tring to crawl me out to the chaos
but it lives and it feeds on me.
I stand up trembling and I begin to run, I feel every part of me blazing
like wood in fire, muscles are burning and acid is softly and relentlessly
wearing out my thorat, my stomach, my womb and I feel breathless so much
I wanted to breath smoke of my illusions ashes now are lying along my will’s slimy bottom.
I glace up, set, while I’ve glanced down until now, and I see in front of me
the cold and detached blanket of your indifference, of your ignoring me,
that is suffocating skies and stars of my hopes while I let the same blanket
drawning in and relishing my essence emptied of any vigour by now.
Worn, disillusioned, disenchanted I abandon the last piece of my will
and I bow down resigning and submitting to the decay of my reason, to the
pain of reason, to the pain of me that I never want let go and I need
to have ignored you smelling my hair, you wanting another hug, you looking me,
facing backwards, going away, but I crave for keeping that memories still in me.
Friday 11 November 2011
Again
My pupils almost totally enlarged together with the smoky iris,
by now restricted in a cerulean fiber, were perpetually
absorbing the looming darkness of the room, endless; while
my body stood still and, even if I tried to get rid of
suffocating sheet, I couldn’t control it.
I, standing, let the darkness take and take up in me
because subconscious and suppressed conscience was aware
even if I were able to stand up and to untie
the delicate chains of immobility, even than it would have been useless:
the night would have subjugated me in the same way,
making me a mass of ureal matter.
Then I felt impalpable shadows penetrating me and raping me,
pushing inexorably the remaining of my cognition away
and abandoning me, cold, in a hellish bedlam of ephemeral
and impetuous senses, while the essence poured out of me and
I perceived it as it was: warm, of a purplish red, velvety.
Worn by that oblivion without way out, I look again toward you,
even if you closed me out one more time, wet by soft drops
of salty rain awaitng of what doesn’t exist.
Monday 7 November 2011
Awakening
I grab my throat, but there’s nothing to tighten it
breath is panting.
I push air away from my body
-heavy-
Libs are pulsating
and palpitating.
I have to watch. I put into focus, but I can’t see.
I walk, I walk. In search of I don’t know what,
I desire. I run.
And I find: a yellow sea.
I pull even ground out
and I swallow every rose’s petal down.
I gulp down, bite after bite, but I don’t get satiated.
I throw up, in hope I can feel better.
But that was just the beginning.
Sunday 6 November 2011
There's a feeling I get when I look to the West
In the deep overwhelming darkness of theese walls,
sitted,
crumpled onto cool floor I observe time flowing
and leaving me
in the hope it brings with it torment you left inside me.
But it stands
greedily devouring me
with his sour spit eating my tissues
and with his sharp claws mangling my flesh
and I,
defenceless,
let it happen
while I hold on tears I would like to get rid of
as last pieces of you.
Now you are back,
and I resign myself to my puppet strings
and I look again toward you.
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