Poesie in inglese

bitter words
full of rage
you hit my soul
and i cried over...
you left me a scar
my love spills over you
i don't belong here
but here i found his heart

In memoria di Jackie Stafford
amica inglese ( traduzione )

Mab
is the Queen
of the Fairies;
on her spider-legged chariot
she jumps
from one night to another
beyond the limits
of the time allowed,
crossing
all lovers' minds
to make them dream
of Love.
Mab
is the Queen
of tricks;
through the fogs
formed
by the mist of sighs,
she makes the world
drunk of madness,
she weave

I bought the sun
had to line up behind a shadowed window,
In my country you can buy free
Here its almost a white dwarf.
Weak in colouring all that skin spread on sand.
Beach towel men and women
Tired skinned costumes pulling up fat.

If you are dark or already tanned
You must be poor
Ignorant or poor immigrant
If you holding up your chest
Showing your breast
Allows you to become a

A determined shout of freedom and fairness
Flies over the decades and come to my ears:
Makes my heart cry for being not there
And regret the fact I was born too late.

Old unforgettable memories echo through my memories…
Making me wish I weren’t here
and making me sure I was born too late.

Garish and faded those colours in t-shirts
Big as the hearts and the might of who wore them…

The dull
throbbing
distant
writhing pain
in memory
stain
the glasses
and the drop
of dream
blood
cross
the once
heralded
streets
children
no more
laughed the
sun
rising
in unison
thunderclapped
cold
day of Christmas
coming

I wish no more

seas
seething of
minnowed sowing
songs
lofted sirens
bellowing cymbals
of bright
coming
nor
grassy smiles
atop whirling

You see no mark upon my skin
you see no tear in my eyes
you see no sign of pain
because you see what I choose for you to see
you hear what I choose for you to hear.
You don't see or hear my pain but
the pain is always inside...

There is a bright, fresh
nearness in the air today,
something of a whiter
inner world that caresses
the soul and yet it flies
away in the sky like white
butterflies.
Swirling, gently kiss and
then go, embroidering all
the world around in white.
Thoughts of yesterday and
sorrows are far away gone,
as the heart finally sighs
for his desired peace.
Angry hors

In forgotten temples of ancient men
Troops of monkeys have made their home
And bide their time
Waiting to become humans.
No less was promised them
When this old world was born.

Every day is their day of hope;
Every morning is that special morn'
While every evening is filled with sadness.

I don’t need any inspiration
Cause your grey sky says it all
When artists down your streets
Softly touch their guitars’ strings
And your cold wind bring their voices
To my heart.
And your green fields say it all…
Grasslands, bushes and red roofs
And a smile was on my face
When those shy rays of sunshine
Broke your fairytale grey sky…
Never forgetting you, beautiful land
With y

Foretaste
of that coveted
my desire,

elixir
of sweet senses
whose palate
flavour

you taste
and on my body
aspires.

While imprison a vise
my hips
a elixir
of eager senses.