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MY FRIENDS DO LA LUNA

My do.

I wonder if today will open the window?,

if you come back with their

smiles, come into my soul?

will sit, I will share their secrets?

O life with his empty gestures will be right and I will push nell'inutile empty

killing human hopes.

the appropriate time I will try to wait and hear the music that precedes them. .

The sun now seems serene mood,

and the wind sweet honey I want to see the sea.

maybe that's where you'll find my

maybe it's there waiting for me.

is because they do not always find today are close to the sea on a rock come to my house tomorrow.

are often in the eyes of children,

from my mother that I love with all your soul, or in the hands of the elderly and late age, but often are in the most unthinkable things.

The moon and the stars are certainly on places they like.

I will be a little everywhere with his eyes in thought and imagination not to let me escape.

where the sun with its rays caresses his cheek just where the sea sometimes formed

thousands and thousands of flames and they stop dancing, I'll see if I can find that place

today. I'll go tiptoe

is because they do not like the noise and prefer quiet places and golden sands,

their highest are the sunsets sometimes forget to be the and you are there for a long time

I'm waiting for a bit all over the place and hopefully it will not let me

or find some time for me.

Biagio Merlino 2009

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This post is dedicated to the moon, and star is definitely my favorite (maybe because it is strongly this in my chart, or because I love mysteries, and what's most mysterious moon? I like beautiful things, and what's more beautiful than the moon light, the light that is able to diffuse in celo, sometimes almost to instill fear: So hath been understood that I love it! In fact, this post I had published years ago in another blog, but I like it so much that I decided to propose it again here.

The moon .....

... The sky ...

....Moon River...

.... Watching the moon makes me feel romantic ...

. .. Or the look because they are romantic ...

... What makes me able to study the fourth 'and moon ....

.... I'm at the mercy of a tree ... you ...

... lost in the night ...

... Or ... In the midst of the sea Your only company ..

... While ...

.. .. the moon rose from the mountain. ..

Cot ... shiny ...

velvet sea ... You ...

try to hide ... to my eyes ...

... And you succeed in your goal ...

.. So ..

... Fly on the wings of imagination ...

you will observe ... to sunset ...

... Sinking into the water ... like oil ...

... I feel on another planet ...

... Looking for new dimensions ...

... on a starry night ...

... Like this ...

... You know that you're my moon ...

... something to show ..

Something .. no!

(Starry Eyes image above are Johnny Weir!)

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Ali read

The U.S. ice skater Johnny Weir

Ali read a butterfly

I dress in black

- and hiding -

to look thinner

- not seem -

not appear

mingle among the people

for the cancellation of

silenzionsamente

does a feather ... noise

even when it falls ...

not eat - whispers in the mind -

not foster that life

you is hostile nature

and when the pain is too heart

empty stomach

makes even less noise.

I dress in black

and I hide

I'd love to stay

the world disappear

as butterfly fly

to stop suffering

go away never to return

and not for one second.

I cling to a sense of life

when I am sure

to have hit rock bottom

instinct promordiale

survival

and light wings

of that butterfly

blacks commit my sorrows

why fly away ...

because I do not want to hear.

Daniela Rossodisera

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A dragonfly butterfly

a dragonfly

I entered my soul

to draw my most beautiful verses

who stunned by a

prevailing melancholy,

languished torn

in their shadow.

I reminded

Your face,

show your sweet

figure

perpetually painted

image of

smile!

I found a dragonfly

dancing

with beautiful blue wings,

and taking it very

gently between your fingers.

With his tail

I wrote on my

calm lake of thoughts

my finest

verses.

just for you!

Biagio Merlino 17 07

2010.

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E 'from June 10 to try to write this post.
Write to rationalize, to deal with them in some way.
As if it were possible, as if I could understand something of the injustice and pain.

a life that I would be happy but there is one thing that every second, every moment, every day, takes my breath away and the area of \u200b\u200breflection: it goes on, for heaven's sake, here you have broad shoulders.
The pain remains, anger me: want to get drunk, do not know, to forget, to turn away.
After all (and I have said many) is not my life: after all, is not something that concerns me. And the anger grows.

But yes, of course, you can always turn your back.
She is part of my life for sixteen years, three is my assistant in the office and his family is one of my adoptive families: Sure, sure, it's not my life, a beautiful shrug could adjust everything.

But I remember. I remember
padded Valium, fragile and weak to ask to be left alone for a moment in front of that green concrete.
I still feel the pressure of his mother's hand in mine, drove to the cemetery.
remember the fine drizzle, the cold of the hospital's mortuary. Last night listening to cry when my own tears I would have seemed an insult in the face of so much pain.
I remember that day in November when he called me screaming tortured
"Why have you waited three days to tell me?"
"Because until you said you was not true"

Maybe until I write it will not be true.
But the medical report of that shot I hit in the chest and I know that you know what I can not say. And it's true, true, true.
Nothing I can say or do will ever undo the hell that awaits you and I am helpless, angry, because of so many future I could imagine for you, my friend, is only one incoming, the most cruel, the more unjust.

I know you'll be next, I know there will always be, but every day the pain in your eyes goes right up to the heart, your anger becomes my, I throw them fight against the windmills in the name of your smile in the name of a moment that makes us forget the coming storm.
accept your anger against me: I try to make me rush, does not listen even when you're hurting me, in my silence I cry without tell you.

I thank you for what you gave me all these years: I would like to call it, I do not know how, but as things stand I can not, I do not understand, would not accept it. And maybe, I can not even say hello, in the name of your peace, to make you think that everything will be fine - as if you did not know - to make you think I can, ignoring drive a unjust fate, cruel bastard that your thirty years has brought a present awareness of being ordered to remain completely orphaned .

I wrote, tears and curses.
A wonderful woman who made me a mother is about to leave, my best friend is destined to cross the threshold of an indescribable pain, and I just want to curse.

Swearing.

's why I struggle to write.