You introduce me to the sun today
when the summer is falling into autumn
and the night wins again on the day
and my face grows old while I watch you
You reflect the sun also today.
The equinox just went down and the mist
demurely dresses brown dry old twigs
that already sleep dreaming for leaves
You were sun and it was autumn day
in the strange old age owned by Rome;
we were young and my being across
the time was quite without any reason
You direct my gaze towards the sun
even if the time hurts also you
and my anger denies all the light.
In your eyes I see marks of splendour
September, 23rd 2016
(a joke with Melissa)
That morning I entered the chat and saw Melissa, never seen before nor after.
I was alone in my home, waked up a little before.
She said me something using this word: “cozy”, so i learned it. I also liked this new word.
Velvet dark is the night
like soft sheet, cozy bed
in which dreams can go on
Cozy thoughts come to me
while the sunshine begins
touching warm sheets you left
fog and frost win the day.
Come back here cozy Love
I need your skin and lips
SL, Corchalo, December, 12th 2016
Mitla at the door of the cave, in the Land of Arda
I entered the chat at the morning while She was saying bye the go to sleep, at the other side of the world…
As cold tears anywhere
the fog darkness hard hugs everyone,
kisses nude skin and lips
while I’m waiting for news.
Then and soon
a mad rush as the sun light hot strikes,
breaks each dream in my eyes, calls me to
my such grey, usual life.
I wake up, you go sleeping …
in a dream, maybe we
SL, Elven Forest chat, December, 10th 2016
OK. I had a beautiful photo, with Venus and the blue sky and the black spruce. That photo was born near Bergamo, together with these words.
Ok: I am silly and I deleted it.
This photo comes from here
I look at Venus that shines, it’s shining
solitude and ice frost blue mountains.
The dark deep sky is sapphire and cools down
the clear air. All around is still silence
A spruce is a black silhouette; it stays up
upright, lifeless and without each thought.
The night dyes a desert with its shadows
and I breath only this silence. Silence
December, 27th 2016
Photo by Judy Barton, 2011
Chiaroscuro every day moves forward,
as expression and moment, variation
of each life that soaks deeply my chest,
blind boost made by emotion and knowledge
I’m a lot of collected contraries,
lazy waiting or burning delirium
for each type of goods and rich vocation.
I am frost that the sun can well solve
Be now you to melt frost: here’s the dawn
of the white season closing each light,
every dark, every breath, everyone.
Dissolve scabs so the light could gush out
September, 21st 2016
Photo by Judy Barton, 2009
As I am, you will always can see.
I should be slutness, darkness,
curse against life and God, for I’m bad
when alone with my flesh: that’s my cry
Sometimes I am my beast; I could list
all my evils and sins full of nights,
grown as wrinkles which hope to be smooth.
But I’m a devoted bride, I’m a wife
I’m my skin and my grey shadow, sad,
but you can turn me into bright light.
Don’t you let me alone with my crowds
deep inside my corrupt and fool mind
As I am, you will always may see.
I am often impervious to the others:
To avoid any abuse, I’m my mask,
but you can free myself from my nights
Please, now take me, breathe me and my mind
even if I can choke who sighs so
close to me. You take me, here, now, just!
I’m poor thing, nothing else, without love