song of the stars 01 
snow is white
the snow is black
when it falls from the sky
when on earth
so everything.
why I say the
after so many years but is no longer in ecstasy
the apprentice
but while the summer is
stiepidisce
in my hand like a stone warmed
long
but longer required
too.
and I'm afraid of soiling the sky with the words
and I'm afraid
not say enough.
envy
candle burning his time
and dies when the dawn comes
because candle and night are
perfect lovers
one o'clock in the flame versa
his secret heart
other betrays this gift
piercing the dark night, and so
lantern and go together to
die in the sun.
I not
candle or lantern, I have no certainties
tasks or do not know where to go:
nor do I prevent my day and I lose
time looking for things to
shame that the world
behind each lane
black tiles under
red-hot
try and beams from the wind.
all paths from cockroaches
to my senses
for my voice
as I hide the sordid truth
under mattresses
soups urine
or inside empty bottles
in oceans of dust
where dirt accumulates
as sea sand
relentlessly
coast after coast
dune after dune.
a urinal.
here drown the beauty
leaving poetry to bite the threshold
like a hungry dog \u200b\u200b
or an old Spying.
and all for show the stars every night
washed in pure silver
their tears in their eyes far, far
like new.
like new.
again.
dear readers, now my first collection of poems is on Issuu.com. is titled "The machine does not rest" and picks up a good 70% of all the poems I wrote from 1990 to 2007. soon to be released a new collection of my poems and fotopoesie. meantime I hope you like my output.
Haiku 080809 
watered the garden.
Here the flowers!
The gold of the day.
[is a time when I feel a real hunger for life, as if I had not much time. naturally assume that it does not, nothing makes me believe, but for years I felt that this greedy joy ..... every moment is precious and I could make indigestion]
Byakkotai 
bow while I mock the raven wings of an eagle and
seem to fear the sun.
are over the heroes?
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while i am bowing
Mocks me
the raven and the eagle wings are
Tamed by the sun.
no more heroes? to Byakko-Tai
forever!
my colors to a song 
my colors.
Can you guess who?
they sprout on my heart
shadows cast by clouds as fast as small tigers
scorrazzanti
to play under a heavy brocade,
as many leaves that shade the banks
water ditches,
as backdrops
white shell
or deep
as the treasure of pebbles that
every child hides in bright tin boxes, like great birds
imprisoned
like insect shells, fish
as stubborn.
dear colors, although I do not m'appartenete
out or, perhaps .... on the contrary do not know when finished
in me, in your inconsistency
shines over the world.
that matters to me, then, to die?
it with your vacuum
fill my grave.
August 4, 2009
