Poems

HANJIRO

A Bright night of Spring in the town:
A cool breeze comes from the sea
People eat sushi and drink beer
The noodles are frying in the pan…

The young girl smokes in a corner
She sang the sound of the nature
She spread emotions around:
from Asia they arrived to our souls…

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A GIPSY INSIDE ME
Identity, belongings, roots,
different stories similar words:
“I don’t have a world…I’m just me right here!”
What am I? What do I want?
Questions and questions, what are the answers?
Am studying the life of so many people,
trying to understand my own one!
I don’t like to stay in the same place,
a gipsy inside me, now need to move!
I go with my emotions, what looking for?
People places maybe just feelings…
“You can’t love people if don’t love yourself”,
the Indian philosopher said to her pupil..
So, what’s the aim of my own research?
To may at last say: “I’m just me right here!’”
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AIRPORT IN THE NIGHT
An airport in the night,
a temporary desert…
Outside the dark of the city, the silence of the engines…
Inside the breath of people:
bodies on the ground, minds in the sky,
different worlds sleeping together…
A sudden noise:
sunshine’s coming,
it’s time to leave !
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A ROSE IN THE DESERT
Sun, wind, dust: a hellish land…
no water, no towns, no signs of life…
mile after mile the same landscape.

A shining smile awakes the nature,
light waves cross her long hair:
a Rosa’s blossoming in the desert
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COLOUR
The sky is neutral, it has no colour,
also the sea is neutral, it has no colour…
palette and brush are in your hands,
different feelings are different colours…
look in your soul every moment
and choose how your world will appear!
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FARAWAY
It’s big the expanse of the ocean
and divides old and new world,
it turns day into night
and keeps our lives faraway…

But we look at the same sky
and we see the same stars,
in the night we close our eyes
and feel the same feelings…

And the ocean leaves our minds,
it disappears from our hearts:
we’re again together
in a same unique emotion…
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FLIRT
Bodies: just pieces of human meat
drinking and dancing in a funny night…
Her love is far, it’s no more his time;
a brand new guy, one kiss, many more,
his saliva on her lips, his tongue in her mouth…
The day after alone, maybe a bit sad,
her lips are dry, her heart like a desert…
Those kisses,  that flirt: there was no love!
A basic instinct in a feelingless world…
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FREE AS A BIRD
Birds are born to fly,
to wander free in the sky…
A cage is a prison for them,
they’d suffer and could even die…

Humans are born to love,
to feel what they’ve inside…
No one can plan your life,
you’d suffer and could even die…

Just live following your feelings,
your wings are in your smiles…
Take off listening to your heart
and fly free in your sky…
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JAZZ IN THE NIGHT
Ten thousand meters over the ground,
your body in the sky, your soul among clouds
Lights are turned off, you can hear no voice,
a mask on your face, a headphone on your ears…
Close your eyes and forget all your cares,
enter a night of pure jazz and blues
and dream serene crossing the ocean…
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MY HOMETOWN
I’ts ugly, there’s nothing,
it’s flat, it has nothing,
Thousands of thoughts
brooded over for years:
I wanna go and live in
the cold and rich North!
But there I realized that
in my town there’s something,
something I can’t find here:
it’s not wealth nor monuments
neither people nor places…
but it’s something that
is part of me: I can’t explain!
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BEHIND THE WINDOW
Behind the window, my earliest memories,
night and day, doubt and uncertainty,
I observe the present, looking for something:
an Italian’s lost in an Indian ocean..

Short hair, big eyes, they light up the dark,
fragrance of smoke and oriental spices…
you speak another language but understand me,
like me a bit crazy, like me a bit child…

sweetly, smiling, you show me the way
and then disappear in the British night…
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RAIN AND SUN
Again behind the window: bare trees wind and dark outside,
Clouds run in the sky, thoughts run in my mind,
No more cows on the hill, no more people around me…
It’s starting raining, a tear is falling
A ray of sunlight, a smile on my face…

Again clouds rain sun and dark: weather changes every moment!
Sadness happiness melancholy and joy:
my mood changes every moment!
I want the blue sky, the sun, bright light in my life!
Don’t cry my friend, that’s life: both sun and dark…
When drops start falling, go out jump and sing in the rain!
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ROSARIO
The Italian guy had heard about her,
that mysterious girl from Guatemala
who lived so close but was far from him…

A first meeting, then chats, a birthday beer;
nice feelings, simple words, a sudden gift:
she’s full of energy, she can convey joy…

Few weeks to know an amazing friend,
few talks to share tonnes of emotions,
few lines to say now: “I’m happy and sad”…

You know, Rosario: I’ll really miss you!
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TRAINS
Trains people thoughts
that come and go fast and slow…
Sounds smells glances
landscapes beyond the window…
That’s travelling: close far long short,
mistery passion endless discovery…
A different world every moment,
you also change during your trip…
Close your eyes, open them again:
in the mirror you see a different person…
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WORLD OF EMOTIONS
I wanna live in a world of emotions
where people put cards on the table
and show openly what they’ve inside:
they smile and jump when they’re happy
and cry with friends whenever they’re sad…

I wanna live in a world of art
where you can hear music in the air
and painters sketch sea and sky:
people are the characters of a play
and represent their feelings, everyday…

The world of emotions is inside ourselves
art touches our hearts, made us sensitive..
Talking and looking straight in the eye
we enter and see others’ mind and soul:
no more barrier now, time to share our feelings
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LIFE IS…
Life is like a card game
with players, rules and goals…

Some people are great champions,
many are good players others bad,
some people can’t play at all…

I’ve never been a great player,
I’ve never liked some rules,
I don’t know yet the goals…

But I play with honesty and passion:
one day I’ll win and realize my dreams!
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A CAR WITH A SOUL
A powerful car full of energy inside,
ready to run freely on the road…
but something is wrong:
it doesn’t start!
You check all, piece after piece:
can’t find the problem, all seem to work!
Not a technical fault, it’s just its soul…
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DISTANCE
I fell asleep in Italy, in late September,
the last days of a long warm summer;
i started dreaming: an English landscape…

Sea, beach, lanes: a lovely town,
a house sourrounded by green and stars,
many people to love, my troubles so far…

Beyond the slope a friendly place,
music and smoke, a cosy atmosphere;
sincerity and trust, values we share,
long talks and silence, both we enjoy…

Opening my eyes, i’m awake at home,
lots of thoughts, most happy few sad:
everywhere memories from the past,
the love of people who gave me life…

That English landscape is still in my mind
there are two places i call home now
my soul is here and also there,
there are two families i care a lot…

Distance give us space and time we need,
distance make us understand ourselves,
distance make us appreciate the others,
distance is the silence only friends can enjoy:

an invisible hand keeping us close…
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HAPPINESS
Happiness is…
when you’ve people loving you
without judging you…
when you appreciate what you have
without asking more and more…
when you feel you’ve done your best,
whatever is the result…
when you love yourself,
no matter what they say…
Happiness is the most wonderful gift:
sharing it makes everyone feel better!
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A SUNNY DAY IN MILAN
A sunny day in Milan,
light on the castle,
light on the fountain…

A girls is sitting there,
she smiles, she’s nice…
Hours and hours around Milan,
then a bench, a kiss, many others…
Sweet moments, sweet evening,
a nice Saturday, a fantastic Sunday…

Her hair, her smile, her body:
All of her I love!
Thank you destiny,
’cause I’ve known her!

Every dream has an end:
We’ve said goodbye,
But from my heart
She hasn’t gone away!
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MOMENTS OF LOVE
A trip on the ocean to come towards you,
few days for spending moments of love…
A nice room a small bed,
two bodies lying down…
Hours of joy hours being sad,
so close too far,
two hearts in doubt…
It has been a nice dream:
why stopping that?
Let’s sleep again,
Trying falling in love !
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AMERICAN DREAM
Ten years ago the first time:
I was a child, looking at the sky…
New York, Boston n’ New Orleans,
cool people, nice places..
I’ll come back, I thought !

Ten years later the second time:
a man now, coming for a girl,
San Francisco, the West Coast
wonderful days, still in my heart…
I’ll live here, I dreamt !

I did my best, lots of stuff,
all I could for this dream..
sorry, regret, denial till now,
all reply the same way:
US is not the place for you !

Why? why? I still don’t know:
where I’ll leave? what I’ll do?
Too much thinking, tired of it,
but I still dream…I know I’ll win:
I just want to stay with you…
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AUTUMN IN LEWES
A cloudy afternoon in an autumn day
the english countryside out of the window,
thai music, bamboo and curry:
Mumbai is far, yet so close…

An Italian guy is getting older,
there are no ideograms around,
friends think of him from abroad:
anothery year looking for his route…
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NIGHTMARE
Slow, goodness, prosperity:
three characters in my heart…
A smell of cigarettes and rice:
the taste of a strong feeling…
A waiting smile on platform 10:
the greatest emotion in a familiar place…
A taxi leaving without me:
the beginning of a sad nightmare.
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LOVE
A bus is running to London,
a girl is sitting and smiles:
she is going to visit her love…

A bear sleeps in her bag:
is a cub born in her heart
to become a symbol of love…
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WALKING ALONE
A guy is walking alone,
it’s dark, few people around:
he’s totally lost in his thoughts…

The guy wants to smoke,
he looks for cigarettes around:
he buys and turns one on…

He follows his thoughts in the smoke,
he can’t find an answer around:
it’s cold, he’s writing a poem…
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HAIKU
It rains. The young girl writes haiku,
my behen cooks dal in the kitchen,
the philospher smokes in her room…

The Italian guy is at the window
and sees life pass him by slowly
“throught the fingerprints on the glass…”

Two souls give vent to their feelings,
old and new lines meet each other
and merge in the emotion of poetry…
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SUNSHINE
Holding your hand from here to there,
Talking with you as you were here,
Thinking of you, my dear sunshine…
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SUMMER AND SPRING
Summer is arriving, coming from East,
she has black hair and a sunny smile…
Summer is back, landing in the UK,
she brings the warmth of her passion and ideals…
Spring is in Italy, waiting for Summer:
their meeting this year will happen in July!
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A VERY NOISY SILENCE
No calls on the phone
messages don’t arrive
she’s not online…

I visit her blog, i miss her
I look at her pictures, i can see her
she’s in my thoughts, i can hear her…

What a noisy silence in these lonely days!
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MELANCHOLY
Melancholy, sadness, nostalgia:
the end of every thing is on me…
I’m on the verge of ruin, and
wait for the breath of wind:
destiny, come and blow me off!