a stained glass
una vetrata
clouds the vision
taking a shelter in
my muddled mind.
I look around
The smell of water
carries itself to the nearest
sign of life
and vanishes into the night.
Why am I here?
As the bell rings
unbothered, by the hour
and the spectators.
A paved turquoise path
leads to the end of
my vision
leaving behind
everything as is
and never the same.
ten
life swarms with innocent eyes
its one true charm is strangeness,
the eyes that aren’t mine
nine
you can close your eyes and hear nothing
but the influence in the conversations.
even the air can’t detach itself from it.
eight
laughter becomes a necessary ingredient.
suffering is a forgotten memory.
we fall in each other’s arms.
seven
our feet start their own beat.
our ears cultivate the music
with pleasure and vulnerability.
six
we stroll with our eyes wide open.
the stars hide in the night sky, afraid
of being outnumbered.
five
you and I, we extract the
eternal from the ephermal, as we
measure the streets with our footsteps.
four
your gaze is a desire, desired by many.
for only few the stars align so they can die
beneath it.
three
you have inspired, and conquered.
now take your pleasure.
two
I look around with my naive eyes.
I see a cemetery of life
under the moon unblessed.
one
you walk on the corpses,
beautiful and undismayed.
I feel, if even for a second, the infinity of delight.
all of it, the sum of a multitude of delights.
happiness.
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I wake up each day
with a promise
in my foolish heart,
for some love
from the days of past,
but this promise
never seems to last
for long,
and just like
the days before
this day is gone,
but with a little hope
for tomorrow
my star shines
out in the blue,
and I fall terribly easily
yet again
for you.
every time i visit a cafe
i find myself a corner
in the center
of all attention.
it’s a hard place to claim.
i dress the chair
with my borrowed jacket
and proceed
to secrete away my bodily fluids.
then i chat up the barista
and get my cup
hoping she’d give me free refill
next time and
all the times after that.
it rarely happens
but i do what a man can do.
i find my old jacket
waiting for me
without complaining
that i didn’t get her a cup.
i like that.
and then it’s church time.
that’s how the life
goes by.
alone, in the center
of all attention.
she had a
wile smile
that stopped right outside
the intersection of
lustrous
and guile.
while her roseate
lips talked sense
in the diminishing direction
of her moving wheels
I revisited my
reasons
of the night
and talked them out
of blooming in direction
of the light.
but who really gives a shit
when I talk?
I ended up with jack
on my right
standing at the intersection where it all started.
what the hell,
you know.
i met them two
ladies, at 4th and Brannan.
their face had given up
on wrinkles.
their hair was warm as
the lord’s blessing
any given Sunday.
and colored as bright as
Lucifer’s face.
their bent back pointed
towards the future
of us.
all of us.
one of them had colored
dotted socks on.
maybe they matched.
or that was the trick?
the other one had the
sleight of the bluest southern skies.
they were both out
and about at an AM in the morning
when you’d still be regretting
the existence of your loneliness
or awkwardness of last night
in your dreams.
them?
i’ve never seen a smile so contagious.
my heart has a place that is
never going to be filled.
you have that too.
and you will know it.
during your worst time,
and especially
during your best times
you will know
more than ever.
and we will together wait
and
wait
in that space.
that’s all we can do.
there’s only few things
better than
that song kissing your ears again
the freedom of singing it
out loud
in the middle of the bay
looking in everyone’s eyes
with a damn big smile.
then the bitter taste
of blue wind
hits your face
as the stars draw closer
to your heart than ever.
a strange, but sudden
urge of dreaming the stars
with eyes closed
reminiscing of the moments
that made up that song.
your song.
our song.
and giving up to
the heart, the city, and
yourself.
and taking in a deep breath.
in. out. in. in. breathe out.
look straight.
and keep walking.
just please keep walking.
the world rolls;
every moment is different
and so are the ones
in houses,
on the streets,
sitting in the future,
singing in the fleets.
close your eyes, and
read the language
of your wandering mind.
the heart knows.
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