In the middle of nothing.

I am writing for you from here,

where is no me or you or us, 

just the ocean.

Now that the silent made us happy,

Now that I can't write anymore because I am happy,

Now that this island made me cry,

Now that you are so far away, 

so far away that I am becoming friends even with some U.S.A rockets. 

Sorry could I put us in fire?

 I would like to fly, 

with no gravity, 

as dust, 

with you until the moon.

From here I can see well the moon, 

I have already choose the place where we could sleep,

and smoking our cigarettes, but keep saying that is unhealthy.

And we are going to see the bottom of the world because we like to be upside down,

because we don't belong here, 

because  the drug is not anymore good for us.

Please, could pass here, and let  your hands on  my chest 'cause I forgot how to breath,

I am gonna show you how the plants don't care about us even if we are vegetarian.

Please, could send me your lips, 'cause I forgot how to smile,

I am gonna show how the ocean doesn't care about the european bank.

I don't have any plane besides a small pocket of cigarettes,

a used ticket of a new metro,

and the wish to not forget how to stand up.

Wait me there where days have no end,

while here I am trying to find the moon again.

A dog and a sailor

A dog and a sailor, 

The wind is blowing,

The sailor is old and the waves are strong

The dog is black as the night and he is looking the stars.

In the port there are few lights and no words,

Just the noise of the waves crushing on the wall.

The sailor is old and he wants to die,

to dog is hungry and he wants to eat, 

both they want something that they can't have.

The first because he is afraid

The second because he is waiting for the old man to die.

They are friends, good friends, but they have a pact

when the old man will die the dog could eat all the food in his house,

but until the moment the dog needs to be there next to him to made him less lonely.

They never speak with each other; they stay all day long looking the sea,

the old man is waiting his wife to come back, but she will never do it.

She left him 10 years ago, she left to see the deepest ocean, and from that day the old sailor wants to die.

The dog he was alone from the first moment of his life until now, 

in that small city where there is just a small port and an old sailor the loneliness is your best friend.

However the sea is over there and it is so big, however wave after wave it will never stops.

The sailor could go there in the middle of the ocean without problem; he can read the wind and speak with the clouds, but he doesn't know how to die alone.

The dog could find other food in this small city but he is tired to be alone, and the sailor was always nice with him. He is hungry as always in his life, but for the first time he has someone.

Day after day, waves and clouds are passing by.

Day after day they become more weak, the dog is always more hungry and the sailor more afraid to live alone.

One night the moon was full and the sky clean and the sailor decided to go with his creepy and old boat. Like every year he brings some flower to the ocean, for his wife, because she always loved flowers and he hopes that they will reach her.

There in the bottom of the ocean where there is not light and no flower.

The dog was with him in that night, 

the ocean was flat and the air was light and fresh.

The small boat was flowing slowly in that dark oil, called ocean.

No lights no noise, just the moon.

And when the sailor was there, with the flowers in his hands that he watched himself,

An old sailor, long white bear, sad green eyes and no smile.

He realized then that he was already died 10 years ago, and now he was just surviving for nothing.

He closed his hand on the flowers, this time he would brought with him, one tear and the he jumped.

For a moment there was a hole in the sea and a scream in the sky, was just a moment and then the sea became flat again.

The dog now he was looking outside the boat, but he could not see any man, just some flowers on that dark flat lake.

The dog was alone again, he had the food in the boat, but no one.

So rapidly he went inside and he took some meat, he put in his mouth as much as he could.

Then he looked for the last the time the moon, and he jumped as well.

Another hole in the ocean, another scream in the sky.

The dog thought that there, in the deepest ocean, would not have found some good food.

Sorry, could I add you on facebook?

You feel alone when your internet shuts down.

You feel alone when your  cell phone stops to work.

You feel alone when your mother put "like" on your profile picture.

You feel alone when she doesn't pick up the phone.

You feel alone when you missed the greatest party ever.

You feel alone when you are eating alone.

You feel alone when your phone doesn't ring for days.

You feel alone when everyone has something to do except you.

You feel alone when you come back drunk in the early morning, just with your empty bottle.

I am feeling alone for you, my dear friend because the "progress" is killing you slowly, leaving you there in a shining dirty street full of casinos and prostitutes, lying on the ground, with no money, smelling shit.

I am not going to help you, I am going to leave you there. I am coming back to the nature, I am coming back to the silent of my words, I am coming back where I can wait without feeling alone.

We are born alone, we are living alone, we are going to die alone; but if you give me one minute I can show you what we can change togheter.

Lighthouse

This is for my father, because he has never gave up.
This is for my father, because he went away to bring me closer.
This is for my father, because he shows me that Love still exists
This is for my father, because he works for me and my study.
This is for my father, because he always support me every time that I jump on a plane.
This is for my father, because he never lost his smile.
This is for my father, because he is cleaver than me.
This is for my father, because makes my mother still smiles.
This is for my father, because he knows how to read the wind.
This is for my father, because he knows where we are going now.
This is for my father, because he believes that the bread is the most important meal.
This is for my father, because he will die  without fruits.

This is for my father, and no one else. Because I found in him the semplicity of the happiness.

L.

Seconds

Seconds, 
I count slowly, the time is flowing away,
I am empty again.
I count the time, but it is not moving and this room is empty again. I see you looking at me, and the time stops,
I forgot to breath and the time is breaking down.
Slowly we kiss, your skin is like water in my hands, while your lips are shinning as stars.
I am melting, slowly, 
while I am covering you with my smell and then we don t see more each other because we are the same. But the time is running again and you disappear leaving a sky without starts,
empty again. Counting the time, I will take a breath,
because I want to have enough air to never leave you again.

She

Only when you are alone you get it. Only then you understand, and only then it matters.

So make me high, give me a kiss. I want to feel alive, although just for tonight, just before I will leave this place. “Love me two times, one for today and one for tomorrow”.

Because it`s enough. And you know it as good as I. Lost in the moment, lost in the color, lost. Completely lost. Till there is just that.

She was sitting with book in her hands, nothing more, just an old book in front of her shinny smile. I am getting lost, but you are going away like spinning plates. I am gonna follow you in the deepest ocean with weird fish, nothing more.

When I open my eyes, she is not there anymore. Probably I have been dreaming too much. I closed my eyes just before she left. I was lost in the moment. Now I am paying for it.

I am walking home. I am lonely again all over this silent city. I am walking slowly, because I don’t want to lose your picture. I am going to hold you all night long, silently hoping I will be able to find you tomorrow morning in my mind again and again. 

L. and K.

Calling

Two-shadowed men are roaming the streets.

Black streets, grey clouds and a new pocket of cigarettes – nothing more, nothings less.

You should follow them, but then again no, you don’t want to know, because they don’t care.

Do you care? A bar is calling for them. Red light and the smell of cheap alcohol, bar full with people that you don’t know. Do you care?

Probably, not, you are one of them. One of those who is following right beside the shadows. You lay there and then in an instance you become nothing.

How many stupid words do you have to use before you can have fun? Give me another beer because tonight I don’t want anything else besides following those men. Just follow my name.

At the same time you now that at the exact moment when they will whisper your name, the game will end and all that will be left – just cheap bar, cheap conversations, cheap smiles, and one meaningless man.

Count your time. The difference between the first and the second is so big that you want to drown in your feelings.

There is a girl. You are falling in love with her, but you need to pee. And when you are finished, she is already gone, and you order yet another beer.

Why is everything so grey?

The morning is calling you, the sun is coming out slowly. You step back, your mind is somewhere else. There is no more men to follow – just you and the empty pocket of cigarettes.

And you are done.

L and K.

Running away

One cat, one dog, one garden, the smell of the old city, and you.

Different things, different faces, palms, claws, and you – caught in the moment. Counting

them, until one jumps out.

There is a kid in front of me. He is smiling and I am happy once again. The mother is asking for a picture, but he says: “No!” He doesn’t know what the happiness is. He said no, and I am happy again.

Because I am just like him. I also don’t know it, but God believe me, I want to. We are the same, and in one crazy moment I wish I was the kid and the woman was my mother, and everything would be different. I would have said yes, I would have smiled, hugged her and just enjoyed it. But it`s not like that and the cat is laughing now.

The father is running away, and the kid is following him. But I am still waiting for you. Waiting for my promised happiness. Could you bring some with you? One cat, one dog, one garden, the smell of the old city, and your happiness.

Everything is falling apart. But I want it, I want that.

I should follow them, I should stay with them, I should glue myself to them, but I am just standing there. The mother is lingering, because that`s what they do. In that moment I understand that I am using them, I am just an imposter, and at the end I am deceiving myself. At that moment I recognize the real meaning of happiness, it`s not about running away, it`s about finding your home with a nice garden, a cat, a dog and your smell.

Sorry, do you know where I put my happiness? 

L. and K.