(Dedicated to my friend Sharrow Decosta)
Like an arrow you enter my dreams,
this my second life where my soul wants
to be naked and fragile to be
seen without pain nor bad sinful thoughts
On the stage of this theatre we run:
only a moment we meet, then alone
we go back as a ghost among chairs
of a ruined place without life
Soon the curtain will slide down, the scene
will return black and dark as before.
Now we are near and close: hug me, please!
Let the dark feelings out of these doors
Like an arrow you enter my dreams
this my naked soul and all her pains.
See my nude heart here down, on this floor
I feel you into me so deep, Sharrow!
Second Life, Kessler, 19th May, 2017
Anemone nemorosa in wood. JB, 2017.
This silly spring song is dedicated to Angel Morning
Almost spring, sunny day, winter goes
in the grey velvet of each past times.
Under young woods the anemone's light
is the breath of the new life that cries
White and pure, fresh and lovely
you start dancing cute and lonely
Each tear drop that falls from the sky
like the kiss of dew on morning grass
recalls me that each thing must fast run
toward cold places; I always ask "Why?"
White and pure, you are so lively.
When you dance I grow sad, lonely
When the sunlight becomes low and shy
as at the sunset, when the mist wins,
leading me though me toward black nights,
I am a shiver that seeks my Love's eyes
White is your soul, I am ugly
like a savage herb, a pussly
Sin and death are deep in me: a fight.
As in a dream I saw you this morning
dancing alone in the wood clearing.
You are anemone light, fresh and white
Without thoughts of sin, lovely
you dance cool. I look at you freely
Second Life, Elven Forest, March, 11th 2017
Thank you to my dear friend BC for his suggestion to my bad english
(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
A beautiful photo by Anibrm Joung. Tank you Anibrm!
A long queue of poles enters the sea
as the wish to run toward the sky
where two landscapes quite different meet
each the other, where perhaps there’s true
Where do they go forward? To the sea?
They can not reach the line so far, there
the horizon is still farther, none
of those poles can go there to see God
I’m a beach, sandy place under waves
that come here then along always go.
My life swings like those cold and blue waves
my thoughts like those poles want to go there
All the lives are a wave: stop and go
start again, up and down, then be back.
After all, yet a gap then that line
which confuses my mind like my end
SL, Blue Curacao, January, 21st 2017
My friend Glitter invites me to share my stuff at a new expo; she, Kristine and AnnaFrancesca made the virtual building in which it is possible show pictures, 3d works and so on. I tried to show some words.
Glitter named that project “To be softie“. She, Kristine and AnnaFrancesca joked about it with this machinima.
I joked about it with some silly words.
To be softie I need your warm skin
under my lips and thumbs, I need hugs
of your strong arms around all myself
I need songs of blackbirds on the shrubs
When I’m softie I see better words
about peace and love and true full joy
I became like a mad silly cat
while it balances itself on the tree
Yet I don’t really know what’s the sense
of this “softie” about Glitter says.
But I feel happy and young just now, then
I can write this stuff and feel me so
SL, Eternal Possession,
November, 26th 2016
Simone Baschenis, 1539 Danza macabra, St.Vigilio Church, Pinzolo
Bones made boards, dreams
just are crumbs,
sterile bridges to nowhere land always
crushed hopes which soon and fast fly
from the things. They are wrecks in the night
Fancies tie up in bundles themselves
heteronyms and so faded masks.
Without flesh any ivory appearance
of the life has the colour of death
SL, Enoki, June, 18th 2016