Shall we dance?

Like clouds without ending, we are moving following the wind. I don't want to go nowhere.
In a circle we are dancing, with the wind we are loosing our way.
No breath, just one step more, No breath, one step less.
I wanna live on a red roof, i wanna sleep while the ocean is singing, bring me where the waves are not ends
No Breath, just smile and one step more. No breath, just smile and one step less.

I am going to kiss you under the sound of this rock song because I don't want to wake up all the city,
I am going to bring you in the dance floor because I don't want to move  all the world.
I am going to dance with you under this bed because I don't want that all the universe will be jelaous of us.

I don't need the sun anymore, give more alcool because we are gonna to melt in this river to lose our way.
In this ocean, where there is no sun for us, as a black sheet  covers our thoughts, we stay with our smells,. We don't  need more.
No breath, just one step more. No breath, one step less.

Could you wait a minute?

You kiss me, I kiss her, we kiss each other, they kiss me.
I drink, you puke, I get high, you ask me more. I die.
Looking for something better inside your smoke, I lost myself in a dirty club.
Lonely with my drink, lonely with my fears, I try to switch off the music, but it hurts and you cry and I get high.

Looking for something better I lost my way but I don't want to came back anymore, who are you?
As water in the middle of a desert you give me your hand but I can't touch it, even if is the most beautiful thing that I have never had, I can't touch it; And you disappear.
Give me one more kiss, let me smell your tongue again, let me get high in your arms or just kill me, now and forever.

The time doesn't count anymore, days pass without a breath, You pass as wind on the ocean, but I kiss you, and you kiss Her and then we kiss each other.
I put a tent in this desert with no start and no end, even if I am free I don't have any place to go anymore but the starts are smiling to me while I am drinking your bottle.

Sorry, Could you tell me the way? I lost the time one minute's ago.

Jack

Jack is there, looking outside from a red roof while outside is raining, but he is not gonna move cause he doesn't have fear of the wind.
White as snow, looking the city that slowly is starting to melt as sugar under the rain.
I would like to be like you, I would like to not have fear of the wind and be distance from here, while slowly float over my thoughts, while slowly I am looking for you.
Lonely during the day, you look at me behind the glass, but I don't feel nothing just the noise of the storm, just the beat of a new day.
Please tell me the way, I will follow you without a word and we will loose over the ocean and then die under this grey sky.
Bring me you, now that I am free, now that I am as you.
The freedom without a way is just a word that can't fly in the sky.

GATE

No grip. Just flow. Up to the end. To came back to the start.

If there wasn’t grip in that world I would have been there.

If the water wasn’t salty I would never been alone.

Give me your grip, take my hand, I m falling down toward the stability.

Slightly I am going to stop. Slightly I am going to die.

If I only could listen the nature I would never drunk alone.

My hand slightly touches the water of a river. I feel the vibration, you feel the grip. They called love.

I don’t want to stop, the world will spin again, the moon will pass again over our heads.

The last breath will be yours. I will never stop, even if there is the grip. Even if you are calling it love.

I will run until my tears will be yours.

Scarlett

Hot, closeness.

Windows close, the water of air-conditioning paints the street with lazy stripes.

You look distant, I follow you.

The blacktop is blending under my feet, step by step I came back to the starting point.

I raise my eyes, you laugh, you already knew. Here there are no starts.

I am asking me if is possible to live without sky, the moon dies behind a skyscraper.

Far away an odor wakes up my mind, while the river is cleaning our bodies.

Empty bottles of our memories became the stage of a party. The smoke is scratching my eyes.

I try to breath, but I hear just noise.

Trees, instead, are living, happy and suffering to give us shadows. They silent are waiting our end.

You asked where we were going ?

I hope nowhere.

Don't leave me dry

While you are reading listen to this song: Riven- Wireless

I would like to cry, to see my face die.

Count your drops baby.Give me one, please. I have lost mine.Show me my way.
 It seems so easy now that there is no-one here.The wind is moving my hands. 
A three is singing for you.Take my hand and bring me down. 
My brain is freezing on your eyes.

I saw the sun among your smile; I heard my breath among your arms.Let me free, I am cooling down.Don’t leave me die, my heart is still pumping, there is no end in the sea.

There is no end in your mind.Give me your drop, baby. I am going to live again

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

"Se c'è una cosa che odio sono gli ospedali" disse il vecchio mentre guardava davanti.

"Li odio veramente, perchè si sentono importanti, con tutte quelle mura bianche e quell'odore che fa finta di non saper di niente."

Le rughe  si rilassavano a guardare l'oceano mentre il sole delle ultime ore dolcemente le baciava.
"Enormi edifici dove si racchiudono sogni e speranze, dove il cartellino del lavoro si mischia con quello della camera mortuaria.
Sono come enormi linee rosse, dove ci si aggrappa con tutte le forze, dove si prega un Dio che non si conosce, sono il limite tra la gioia e il dolore, sono la prova della nostra irreversibilità".
Il vecchio, blaterava a bassa voce, mentre il cane alla sua destra lo ascoltava, pazientemente come al solito.
La mano tremante, reggeva un malconcia sigaretta fumata dal vento, grossi respiri per quei polmoni ormai doloranti, mentre la brezza dell'oceano gli dava la forza di un'altro respiro.
Come sempre, aspettando la giusta onda, godiamo di quello che ci aspettiamo.
"I cimiteri, quelli Si che sono belli. Con quell'erba sempre fresca, i cipressi che trafiggono il cielo, le lapidi che riflettono il sole e quell'odore di libertà da portartelo dentro per sempre". Il vecchio cosi continuava a blaterare, mentre ora il fido cane cercava qualche cosa da mangiare su quella spiaggia d'inverno.
Come sempre, cercando quello che ci spetta, godiamo di quello che troviamo.
Il mozzicone si infila nella bianca sabbia come un spada nel fianco dell'avversario, senza lasciar scampo all'ossigeno, muore.
"Nei cimiteri, non c'è più speranza, non si prega per un miracolo, non si chiede il cambiamento lo si accetta, ci si accorge della nostra piccollezza. Quel silenzio che si trova lì, non lo si trova da nessuna parte, è il silenzio della fine."
Lentamente si alza, facendosi forza sul bastone, mentre ancora brontola al vento.
"Cazzoni credenti, ancora a pensare al ciclo della vita e alla nostra salvezza. Quando capiranno che siamo irreversibili e fuori moda, andrò a portargli dei pasticcini alla messa della domenica."
Come sempre ci aggrappiamo al nostro pensiero, nella speranza di fermare il tempo, godendo di quello che è stato.
Poi un fischio, tra due denti neri, il cane al suo fianco, la schiena all'oceano, il sole in faccia, le onde lo salutano, i piedi che strusciano lenti sulla sabbia. Un ultimo sospiro:
"Mi piacerebbe che venissi al mio funerale" disse rivolgendosi al cane, " sono sicuro che ti piacerebbe moltissimo".