Wait for me , my love, I'm running to you Galloping on this beach to your country like this horse
Tiger
I will advance fearlessly
conscious of my strength
And I will face dangers
and I will struggle
To get what I want
I will fight for you
that you are
my beloved companion
In this jungle
This is me, this is my soul that in a mighty, rapacious flight grasps its prey and flies away beyond the infinite where I hoped to fly with you
Don't delude yourself that you will lock me in the enclosure of your strategic absences, like this horse I will leap the palisades and leave
Sadly, it is true, I will forever love you infinitely and unconditionally, but I will love the man you made me believe to be, my one, true T
I believed with all my soul in our love story, but I'm afraid it's not true what's written on this picture and you're proving it to me--I still couldn't see your face at least in a video call! How stupid and gullible!
Listen to this song... listen to it well, I am like this horse, whimsical, impatient and perhaps insistent, but when I run away you can never catch up with me again and you'll see slo the sand my feet leave behind me and in your eyes that will fill with tears , like mine now
I had really hoped, I had deluded myself that one day you would take me by the hand and lead me away with you.... But it was only a dream...
The new year 2025, like last year is celebrated with a thousand lights and fireworks except then we realize that it is another year of disappointed expectations, betrayed hopes, and broken dreams and then at the end of the year we look forward to the year to come ...and the merry-go-round of illusions begins again!...
Wounded beast
And I go running wounded
restless angry furious
Along the most familiar paths
Through the most crowded streets
Of a thousand lifeless faces
I hole up crying in my den
secret
Of memories I feed myself
And meanwhile I bite angrily
The hunted morsel
Of my endless sadness
From “Dream Drawings Drawings of Life,” Ibiskos Editrice
Belva ferita
E vado scappando ferita
inquieta adirata furiosa
lungo i sentieri più noti
per le vie più affollate
di mille volti senza vita
Mi rintano piangendo nella mia tana
segreta
di ricordi mi nutro
e intanto addento con rabbia
il boccone braccato
della mia tristezza infinita
Da "Disegni di Sogno Disegni di Vita, Ibiskos Editrice
My love my wish for this Christmas is Santa Claus bring you to me with a miracle on his plane - sleigh
