..e adesso
ti sei addormentata,
mentre parlavamo,
a voce sempre pi
"Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for."
...grazie... ed è anche praticamente appena accaduta...
...naturalmente poi la mia endemica insonnia non fu d'accordo...
"Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for."
Nuovi giorni,
nuove attese.
lente, vuote
di sorprese,
un messaggio,
un p
"Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for."
Svanite immantinente,
in un solo messaggio,
le parole "ti amo",
resta il vuoto del viaggio.
Potere d'un'immagine,
che il cuore mio costringe,
che se non svela un anima,
di certo la dipinge...
Rido amaro...
Qualunque cosa io dica,
e pensi, e faccia,
resta quel vuoto dentro,
par cancelli ogni traccia.
E dunque libert
"Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for."
"Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for."
Intrappolato in una torre di cristallo,
che triste fine dopo tanto amare,
combattere, soffrire e poetare,
"Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for."
la poesia scritta la notte scorsa, e pubblicata qui sopra, ha per me un duplice valore, e quindi viene postata in entrambi i threads.
"Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for."
(In memoria di alcuni versi fragili, di cristallo di rocca puro, purissimo, che parlavano di sogni e di altro ancora, ma che mi fu chiesto di non pubblicare mai...e quindi scrissi questi pochi, in loro vece...)
UNA PAROLA MUTA
Ti sento piangere nella notte,
come piange anche il mio cuore,
o forse è sangue, che importa?
Sento i tuoi pensieri prigionieri,
mai sicura, incerta delle scelte,
eppure decisa, ma perché?
Sento i tuoi sogni opprimermi,
come prima li amavo,
troppi orrori in quei sogni, ora…
Vorrei dirti qualcosa,
ma che altro dire ancora?
Ho già consumato tutte le mie parole,
sola, irrisolta, rimane…
una parola muta…
(vedi, conserverò quel piccolo grande segreto... e lo custodirò con tanta cura...)
"Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for."
Piccola farfalla colorata,
che svolazza vital di fiore in fiore,
dopo una lunga vita di crisalide,
ti spetta solo un giorno di fulgore.
Poi morte arriva,
rapida, irreale, assai repente,
essa ti porta via senza clamore,
un
"Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for."
qui mi scuso se temo di capirmi solo soletto, ma a volte va bene anche cos
"Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for."
Grazie Stefi...il Daimon innamorato piace...VA anche a me...
"Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for."
Mi esiste in cuor
la terra immaginaria,
chiamata Terra
della Tristezza Infinita.
Vi
"Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for."
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