Questions

Who am I after all?
Who are you?

What are all those that define me?
What made me fall in love with you?

What was my deepest secret?
What was your darkest fear?

Did we really know each other?
Did we devote enough time for it?

Were you there for me?
Was I?

Were you strong enough to face the truth?
What was the truth?

Do you know?
Do I know?

Have you ever asked me?
Have I ever answered to myself?

Did you insist to know?
Was I open enough to confess?

Did I ever give you a reply?
Did you?

Was it honest or filtered?
Did we ever wondered?

Did we try to digg deeper?
Why we didn't?

Were you satisfied?
Was I complete?

Were you all I ever dreamed of?
Was I?

What was missing?
Was there anything really missing?

Did you want to ask more?
Why you didn't?

Was I curious to investigate you?
Why I didn't?

Have you changed?
Am I the same?

Do you feel complete?
Am I happy?

Who will ever answer?
Does it really matter?

Some questions are doomed 
either to stay orphans or 
to be adopted by deaf answers. 

Time smiles at life 
and she generously replies 
...if in a good mood. 

August

Sea-salt vicious invasion in my soul's burning skin

Need to escape, love, surrender to a reckless sin

Sea-shell's sweet lullaby, tender hug of precious home 

My heart's soft content, crushed cast of malleable loam

Colorful butterflies' wings tempt wind, vamp and fly

Past memories gaze at me mocking, smile and cry

Deep lakes' iced water refresh my restive mind

Impetuous waterfalls heal fresh scars still blind

Blue brushes paint vigorously both furious sea and sky

White foam spreads on hasty clouds, undress and purify

Rare wild universe shine, speak my secret nature's word

Primitive instincts flood, match my ancient roots' cord

Drunk blinking, eyelashes' alluring dance on cold air

Mind fight to wash out jewels of a lost love-storm affair

Weird fairies, nymphs and dragonflies on giant mythic stones

My soul’s hardness, strict dictator of my heart's heavy bones

Nature’s harmonic balance with human functions peak

Salty liquids, odious visitors of my empty eyes' leak

Sun flirts with spirits, embrace shadows, cheat and charm

Summer dies in my heart; August sunrays sting and harm

The cold lake’s whisper 
echoed in my ears

Reminded me deserted stories, 
erased my fears.

Forget the past, the voice said,
live as a newborn
Let waterfalls clean your soul
dark always dissolve in the morn. 

Begone

Hey, you arrogant ghost!

Don’t look around for your heart.

Let me confess; you killed it for no reason.

Noone will assist you to find your dead piece.

I see you crumble, but I can’t help.

Your dirty dust has already spread away.

I blow out loud to scatter it faster.

Cruel, but who told you liars are lovable?

Spent enough time in my silence. 

Observing your dull infernal game.

You sold out cheaply both heaven and hell.

You fool, you didn’t hurt me, you saved me.

You tried to shoot, I took off your fake hood.

Frightened by your ugly face, I run to escape.  

Your scary image chased stealthily my memory.

Your thought, made me run faster; I got away.

You still come uninvited in my dreams sometimes.

You knock on my door, I throw you away.

I turn to the other side of my bed and touch my lover.

He makes love to me, while you stand behind staring.

You cry, you beg, I laugh; the next day I keep smiling. 

I know, I'm a bad girl; yes, my love, I lied too.

Your fault you never tried to investigate deeper.

I know I’ve become your obsession now.

Stop begging to allow you to touch my hand.

Begone, it is too late. 

You spent all your chances and my time is precious. 

I'm too busy sharing my love with everyone but you.  

And you know how generous I am when it comes to love.. 

It is really unbearable when acquis becomes an elusive luxury. 

*Sometimes all you need is to be tough and determinant; ready to get rid of the ugly ghosts of the past that sucked your soul & heart and just sit quietly and enjoy your silence and a refreshing cocktail...

...Then forgive and go on without a word. 

Wash

I received the letter many years ago.

Sealed with golden symbols of my anxious future.

I opened it slowly; I knew its lost content.

Invited in the party of my life.

By unknown adventurers wishing to conquer my story.

I knew I had to go.

I had no choice but to meet with my destiny’s actors. 

Wearing a charming outfit to honor the years to come.

My bedroom’s shadows followed me silently.

To my dark and empty wardrobe.

A scary feeling blocked the pores of my skin.

There was nothing left inside.

I observed my secret private property.

My soul’s clothes were dirty.

My heart’s shoes timeworn.

My body’s precious accessories granted cheaply.

I spent years searching the proper dress.

Covered by my expensive and luxurious outfit. 

I rang the bell; a blurred image grabbed me.

Took my hand and yank me drunk.

Thirsty eyes sucked every inch of my souls’ medulla.  

Alcohol, smoke and sick ghosts in the crowd.

In a furious orgasm of dancing nightmares.

My mute voice, deaf among empty laughs.

A night wasted in a witless lost game.

Dust of forgotten dreams, under a golden rug.

I left. 

I received another invitation some time ago.

I looked at it hesitantly; I kept it for a while.

This time I decided not to open it.

To walk bravely to the unknown inviter.

I had to go; again.

My angel was shouting everything was different.

I knew what I had to do.

Instantly.

I washed all dirty clothes of the past.
A male and female human invisible blend.

Stretched out the laundry of heavy memories.

The sun's rays kidnapped all stains and spots. 

I wore a simple white dress.

Barefoot, free from heavy accessories of a fake life.

A reflection of my new self gazed at me.

Peaceful. 

Ι followed my insticts’ directions.

A clear and obvious path.

The door was open, a carefree feel flooded.

A generous smile hugged me kindly.

A heady scent kissed my breath.

A sleepwalker of an intoxicating lullaby.

And then, suddenly, this warmth of familiarity.

A meeting with the best part of me.

A sudden gentle touch that scatter the dead ashes.

That unfolds new unexplored paths.

Of a future that approaches.

This precious moment.

When time stops.

And you just know it.

And you follow.
Blindly.

Barefoot.

Who did you really meet?
Someone that loved my simple freshly-washed white dress. 

Spy

Spy me.
I see your shadow behind the door.
Is it real? Is it in my mind? Is there a difference?
I know you are addicted to our secret game.
I will let you play it.
Put your eye to my life's keyhole and watch.
I know you are following me. 
I can feel your breath.
I can touch your sweat. 
Don't try to keep your eyes wide open.
Blink for a second.
Is my instantaneous absence your eternity?
Don't ask me what I did meanwhile.
Maybe I'm still there; maybe I left.
Maybe I just wait for you to open the door.
Maybe you are afraid I will never let you come in. 
Maybe all I need is this; nothing more, nothing less.
I hate the security of your hidden presence.
I love the unknown temptation of my loneliness.
Don't go away, I beg you silently in my mind.
You feel my whisper.
I want you to stay there, watching.
I need it more than you, you admit.
This is our privy bond. 
Our destiny's game. 
Let's be honest with its rules.
I will continue pretending I don't know
As long as you promise you will continue spying.

What if you open the door and realize I'm not behind?

I will never open the door. You know that. 
You will never leave. I know that.

Piano

Let me play the piano for the last time.

Listen to the melody and cry. I do. 

It is written for you.

My last confession to remember.

From the one you loved and hated the most.

You will never hear about me again.

Our story ended forever.
Our new path is our blessing and curse.
To expect the new dream.
To drag the heavy chains of our lost past.

Goodbye my love. 
I know my ghost will haunt you.
Stay emprisoned to my forgiveness. 

Don't try to find someone like me.

I am sorry to announce you there isn't any.

Don’t try to invade my soul.

You created a well equipped soldier.

Ready to fight with no mercy.

It’s ironic how miserable you will feel now.

Knowing you murdered our innocent dream.

Live with the sorrow of my last touch.

That you lightly gifted to another.

Fate knows I deserve better.
My new life is anxious to meet me.
Be sure that I will be happy.

Never mind, life plays games.

One love is never enough.

We are all destined to live many.

Smart ones grab the most precious one.

Keep it and live it.

My life's path has changed now.

My heart flies away.

I observe myself transforming. 

Fate guides me to another story.

I ignore, I resist, I surrender. 

You, my new love, don’t be sorry.

I played and I lost.

Maybe all just happened to meet you.

You are now my choice.

It’s you that I will fight for.

Goodbye and welcome. 

I need you more than ever.

I know now and hope.

My mistakes taught me more.

That it's never too late for love.

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Live with it.

Match

My red, your blue vision

Our pink sassy addiction

Your salty, my sweet taste

Our love's spicy haste

My noisy, your silent mind

Our weird passionate kind

Your mountainous, my sea breeze

Our plain’s arrogant freeze

My simple, your complex sound

Our open lost account

Your intoxicant, my blind scent

Our life’s willful bend

My hot, your cold feeling

Our wounds’ lukewarm healing

Your black, my white reflection

Our fatal grey connection

My wild, your soft touch

Our absolute erotic match 

Our love's sparkling delight

Your vigorous, my tacit fight

Blurred vision

Your eyes blurred vision

My soul’s secret admission

Life's pursuit, landing and travelling

Fighting, loving, resisting, trying

Passionate flesh, mysterious touch in male hands

Warm home in foreign countries, distant lands

Promotion, progress, comfort, wealth

Fake ambition, lost purpose and faith

Tender heart, loyalty and trust

Words of heaven, neglected fast

Years of joy, drunk night instead of day

Weak loops, fragile dreams made of hay

Utopian life image, withering red tulip in vase

Precious jewelry, gold-dust spread in haze

Scary movie, adventure, love romance

Battle won or lost, fist of knight’s lance

Humble room, hidden in glamorous suite

Pricey pearl, wrapped in seashell’s heat

Years escaped, poor time's struggle still lame

Fiery volcano my heart's extinguished flame

What is behind the wall I see?

Jump and explore. 

Or try to see clearly. 

Maybe there is no wall at all. 

Just an image of your blurred vision. 

Focus

You sit down quietly. Your best friend holds your hand.

Why you feel so tired?

What makes you so exhausted?

What takes all your energy away?

Why your oxygen is never enough?

You know the reply.

Wasting time in unnecessary crushing obligations.

Castaway in a desert island of unfiltered thoughts.

Swimmer in an impudent flood of disrespectful actions.

Lost in forced disoriented swirling.

You feel his kind touch.

Protect yourself.

Organize your rescue.

Obey to your needs.

Don’t be wasted.

Discipline your mind.

Govern your passions.

Focus.

…On life moments that give you real pleasure.

…On all those that show potential.

…On habits that open the doors of your mind.

…On actions with meaning.

…On dreams that fulfill your internal bliss.

…On targets that lead you to completion.

…On life stories worth telling.   

…On friends that reflect your mental status.

…On lovers that match your desires.

…On companions that fit your temperament.

…On people that deserve your love.

You look at him.

He looks back at you.

He now speaks loudly.

You hear your voice.  

Respect your time.

Respect your nature.

Respect your dreams.

Your touch your life’s telescope. 

In full operation.

You focus. 

Picture

Look at me, you said.

I want to take you a picture.

I want to remember you as you are.

Carefree, pure, in love, my love.

You then came and kissed me.

You took the picture with you.

I was smiling.

In my heart.

Where is this picture now?

Where is the girl that you met?

Do you still have it?

Is it now fade?

Capturing moments, sharing.

Keeping them in frames.

In our minds.

Remembering feelings.

I have a new picture of me now.

Fresh, peaceful, reborn.   

Taken by another one, with love.

A new me, you will never know.

Keep my picture.

This precious gift of time. 

Look at it when you feel alone.

I will be your company.

Smiling.

As I did that time.

As I always do. 

People change. 

Pictures stay.

or..

Pictures change. 
People stay. 

Shape

You made me who I am.

You do so every day.

In your way. 

You.

My lover.

My soulmate. 

My best friend. 

My father. 

The one who just left. 

The one who is here. 

The one who hasn't come yet. 

My power.  

My everything.

All you.

You scheduled in detail every part of me.

Dedicated to your art, you continue.

There is nothing I can do to stop you.

Preparing the outline of my body.

Blowing life and soul.

Every day.

Making my heartbeat louder.

Leaving feet for the end.

To make them strong.

To show me how to stand tall.

To leave me decide where to go.

You.

You continue drawing me.

And I resist.

And you try to erase any mistakes made.  

And I block you.

And you insist.

And I obey.

And you listen.

And I surrender.

Cause I need them all.

All the scars, all the love.

Everything.

It is all part of me.

I know I am left in your hands.

To shape me.

Following the line of my dreams.

As I confessed you once.

As you didn’t dare to listen.

I trust your imagination.

I adore the way you see me.

A sculpture in front of you.

All my being.

Me. 

And you. 

Continue.

Shape me.

Thank you for making me who I am.

If I had to choose from zero.

I would select you again.

My talented designer.

My best sculptor.

Body, soul, heart.

All from you.

All for you. 

Traveler

I saw your eyes yesterday night.

You kissed my lips, you hold me tight.

You were not sure, whether to stay or go.

I was wondering, whether to trust you or no.

We spent some time together; God, so intense.

A whole life within some weeks, a love in fence.

Wished we could try from zero, make a new start.

Wanted you to come closer, feel me, touch my heart.

You were confused, distant, you stole my role.
A weak struggle to fondle my heart’s hole.

Again this strange intimacy, I wanted to share more.

My secret dreams, desire, my soul’s core.

This time it was so clear, you were afraid to dare.

Your words of the past so blind, I thought you care.

Your compass disoriented; wasted in fake lands.

If you just knew, you would always hold my hands.

You are a lonely traveler, you aimlessly try to escape.

Your plane has landed time ago, but you missed your cave.

You seem so strong; but your soul inside sensitive and lost.

I saw a dream last night; you were my love’s host. 

Life's plane is ready for takeoff. 
Open the box.

I need to fly.

Life give many chances

But you may lose them all 

If you forget to try. 

Have a good & safe trip. 

Three words

You open your mouth to say the three words.

I love you.

Nothing comes out of your mouth.

Just a scream.

Its aimless use, a sin that destroys paradise.
Three words of power, made of steel.

Prisoners of wet dark cells.

Dreaming of light and warmth.

Waiting passionately to be released one day.

Again.

Wishing this time to find the right destination.

To the one that deserves to hear it.

And he doesn't know it yet.

But desperately makes the same wish.

Every day.

These precious three words.

Just a small phrase inside you.

Heavy, exiled, doomed to live alone.

Buried behind your tongue.

Unspoken.

Tied somewhere deep down your chest.

Heartbeat tries hard to make it escape.

Its valuable meaning, a priceless gift.

Wrapped in a luxurious box.

With no content.

A small capture within, of all your feelings. 

Your heart.

Sent but still undelivered.

Waiting for the one that looks forward to receive it.

Anxious to open it. 

Ready to appreciate its value.

This small phrase. 

You have heard it many times. 

A rotten message. 

Cheap reflection of weak meaningless hearts. 

A failed ear lover. 

Just eight letters. 

Dreaming to live one day in a warm house.

With walls painted in black and white.

But you only see colors.

Built with no boundaries.

Where time has no value.

Where flowers blossom with no water.

Just laughs and songs.

Its hosts generously donate without asking.

Kings and servants.

Sharing all effort and reward.

Every day.

I don’t want to escape anymore.

I like my dark prison.

Where is this warm house? 

Where is the recipient of the box?

Open your mouth.

Cross the road towards your heart.

Follow this quite path.

He is living there.

His has built a Taj Mahal inside you. 

So that you can feel peace and calm every day.

Keep your three words inside you. 

Don’t waste them for anyone. 

But the one you will meet there. 

Sensual

Living alone in the apartment of your luxurious body.

Surrounded by the walls of your erotic flesh.

Looking in the mirror your twin reflection.

This enchanting female essence.. 

The fascinating attraction of the naked beauty.

The eye game of the seduction spirit.

The visual capturing of your familiar lover.
Your trembling skin, a prisoner of desire.

A soft touch explodes your lonely senses.

The air, secret spy, doomed to fall in love with you.

Sexual magnetic fields circulate around your veins.

The beat of your heart seduce the silence.

Unconfessed shivering of familiar passion.

Fantasy games of lovers you never reveal.

Hidden dreams of lust you never dare to share.

Unspoken words of longing for delirious contact.

You close your eyes; the most alluring scene just in front of you. 

Mind games that wipe out time, distance, space.

You feel him suddenly all over you, under your skin.

You taste his salty lips, helplessly addicted to his male scent. 

Don’t speak, I need your silence, you hear his voice.

We are one; every pore of your body shouts.

Keep your eyes shut, he whispers.

His voice tone, a calm beg and command.

You obey blindly, servant to the unknown source of stimulant.

Exposed, to your primitive ecstatic dance.

Indulged by the aphrodisiac moments of topping.

Mind and soul gaze at your reborn presence, flirting with your evil sins.

Your body’s ecstatic resetting, a wet passionate struggle. 
A sensual delight of an unidentified dimension.  

You open your eyes.

This tempting male perfume...
You know someone was there. 
You look around.
Silence.

You close your eyes again. 

Full moon

You loved travelling around me, all the time. 

Your elliptic orbit, so constant and steady.

Sometimes dark, unseen by eye, but always there.  

Hater of the sun, hiding in your secret cave silently.

Sometimes fully bright, one other side of yours.

Sending your blur light to enlighten my soul. 

And your trip was following this dark and light repetition

Every new phase, new beginnings to become an end again.

I could see every night changing your position.

Small steps towards a constant direction, so far away.

Watching silently your quite move, loosing time during your endless game.

Observing your sky diamonds, precious but never completely mine.

You showed me your milky way, adored your accompanied weird planets.

Passionate to learn about your unknown land, to hug your deserted shell.

That night you came so bright, challenging me to taste your beauty.

The scenery, a battlefield of frozen love dreams, ghosts of smoky insomnia. 

It was the first time I saw clearly the deep scars of your surface.

Those sunken spots that I loved and ignored, so apparently alone, untreated.

It was our moon..so full.

It was my need to mourn…so fool.

I know you will always be there, travelling around me, dark and bright.  

I will never look at the moon again.

The night sky will belong only to my stars, strong and bright, unique and steady, every night.

A promise to my inner soul moon, wasted in useless circles.