Here I'll public only my English translated poems.
If you're Italian or know that language, you can find my all poems and short stories in my own native language HERE.
If you found any mistakes or anything, just send me a mail.
THANKS ans ENJOY!
If you're Italian or know that language, you can find my all poems and short stories in my own native language HERE.
If you found any mistakes or anything, just send me a mail.
THANKS ans ENJOY!
A Body Without Its Soul
Emptiness.
Inside and outside me.
Cool.
In this chest a heart beat ...
Mine!
Now I do not feel anything!
Apathy.
Pervading quietly.
A soulless shell expects the day when such shape comes to life ...
A semblance of life, at least ...
But what I feel is ...
nothing but emptiness ...
A shell that walks,
breathes,
survives...
But still a shell ...
My soul is dead ...
Buried under the rubble of my pains ...
Only Love, perhaps, can give back his throne ...
MAYBE one day ...
Inside and outside me.
Cool.
In this chest a heart beat ...
Mine!
Now I do not feel anything!
Apathy.
Pervading quietly.
A soulless shell expects the day when such shape comes to life ...
A semblance of life, at least ...
But what I feel is ...
nothing but emptiness ...
A shell that walks,
breathes,
survives...
But still a shell ...
My soul is dead ...
Buried under the rubble of my pains ...
Only Love, perhaps, can give back his throne ...
MAYBE one day ...
Vampire
Soon the moon will fall dark and majestic
in this heart dead from a life,
giving again the warmth of his hearth:
a name that it does beat...
Unfortunately, the body is cold
and determined to remain unaffected
by the light of Mother Moon,
the cold North Wind,
the heat of a human love.
Of the human in me there is nothing left!
Just a pleasant memory of my past life:
even the pain experienced in the past
now they are sweet caresses of a woman...
You humans,
so ephemeral and fleeting
like the beating of wings,
you're lucky, even in your wretched fate:
You can love under the Sun lights
and sleep, tired of your beloved bodies,
and then wake up with the faint light of morning
There melancholy caresses your faces.
To me this is
a wonderful dream
and a dark nightmare,
hidden behind the most beautiful murderess,
that every man would wish for...
...Only my Spirit of the Moon
can enjoy the presence,
Only in you my soul
finds refuge!
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