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.
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.
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]
