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Mon lys / My lilyJe t’ai vu une nuit en Octobre. I saw you one night in October.
Je t’ai vu dans la foule I saw you in the crowd
comme un bourgeon de lys like a lily bud
entre d'innombrables brins d'herbe. in the middle of countless blades of grass.
Mais l'Hiver est venu trop vite. But Winter came too soon.
Tu as caché sous la neige You hid under the snow
et tout ce que j'ai encore and all that's left to me
est seulement une anonyme mer d'herbe. it's just a sea of grass.
As a waveAs a wave you always come back
And I can't help but sit on the shore.
Small, at start.
A fresh touch
Over my tired feet.
Again and again you're coming back,
Every time from further afar
And with bigger strength.
As the violence increase
I know I should run,
But your touch is so sweet
I'm not afraid to die.
You leave and then come back
To pull me down harder and harder.
Soon you'll carry me
Where the sun doesn't shine
Where the water's most deep,
I will stay forever.
While you come and go from the shore.
In my secret gardenThere is a place,
in the back of our hearts,
where all our dreams
bloom like roses in May.
In that secret garden
of hopes and reveries
I will forever remember you
and forever say
"I love you".
Fading awayYou're fading, fading away
as the sun under the sea.
As the stars behind a cloud.
As the waves on the sea shore.
As the rain in the ocean.
As the dream after the night.
As the child in a man's soul.
As the words of a goodbye.
As the touch of a past love.
As the life on a death bed.
You're fading, fading away
In thousands, different ways.
The hedgehogs dramaI saw you alone,
that dark dark night,
in the middle of the field
surrounded by wild grass
and dying trees.
I walked towards you
when you looked at me,
and got closer
when you called me.
I reached for you in the night,
but my touch made you crawl
and, when I felt the pain,
I couldn't help but crawl myself.
Here we are now.
Two dying hedgehogs
laying on a field.
Crucified by our own needles,
for simply trying
to find some tenderness.
If I'll leave youIf I'll leave you,
I'll leave behind the scent of mine
and the mark of my fingertips
on your skin.
When I'll leave you,
I'll bring with me your hasty words
and your fierce look.
Then I'll leave you,
and you'll leave a hole in my heart
and a scar on my soul.
And when I'll forget you,
I'll have forgotten myself.
I once had a dreamI once had a dream
of you and me on the shore.
You were holding my hand tight.
I did not wish for more.
The wind was singing its songs
and the waves caressed my feet.
You started stroking my hair,
then turned around and gave me a kiss.
The closer we got,
the sweeter the air became,
but when our lips touched
I woke up, alone, in my bed.
Good nightCome to me all-desired night,
bring me dreams of bliss and joy,
cradle me in your embrace
and make the wake faint in sleep.
Come to me all-desired night
and silence all the voices.
Paint with darkness all the lights
and relieve the brain from thoughts.
Come to me all-desired night,
let me see the one I love,
hear the voice I cannot hear,
feel the touch I so longed for.
The windAt start it was a sweet breath,
a simple, gentle blow.
The breath then became a wind
that lightly caressed my cheeks.
Only then the tempest came
and dragged along my heart too.
Fu dapprima un alito dolce,
un semplice soffio gentile.
Il soffio si tramutò in vento
che lieve mi accarezzò il viso.
Tempesta arrivò solo dopo
e trascinò con sé il mio cuore.
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my mother
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
to swallow fifteen,
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
instead of mint.
fall in love with (splitting hairline fractures)we swallow blues instead
of talking them out. oh,
kids like us are specters,
spectacles: boys counting
rib(cage)s & (de)composing
don't you hate
is a vessel
we're deities or tomb-raiders; no
in-betweens for writers these days
Dark SideThere's another side of me
A side I barely show
It's my dark side
And my pride
The time I showed it to my friends
They were shocked, worried
I will tell you what they said
Decide for me
If these are what you call
One said 'just be happy'
One said 'that isn't true!'
One said ' but I've got it much worse'
One said 'don't be annoying'
One said nothing at all
Only One listened
That could be you
This is my dark side
The one that tells the truth
It makes me write
It keeps my dreams
It is everything I have
But no one knows
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
I died todayI died today
Took my own life
I was tired
I was desperate
And now I'm dead
People never cared
So I left them behind
Now a new life awaits
Beyond the gates of Hell
each kiss carries
context and content,
sad eyes pour into mine
like a swimming pool
being filled with angels’ tears.
i cup her face in my hands,
trying to hold all of the water
that escapes her
as i gently kiss her forehead.
i will cradle her cerebrum
and maintain our composure.
i will protect you.
refers to the hands on a clock,
as well as the anatomical.
and this kiss is subtle,
but it represents our passing of time.
i started this with my mother at 13,
and only a few embraces away from 18.
with our fingers locking
themselves to adolescence.
i never have visibly blushed,
but i swear my flushed cheek
burned where your left your lips
for nearly a lifetime.
at least that’s what it felt like.
i kissed the blinds
that covered the windows
of your soul
to let you know
the sun still shone
even if your eyes were close
bone brittlethey say that love is like an ocean and you can feel the waves
filling up your stomach, saltwater rolling against your nervous system.
they say that when you're in love and you curl your toes in pleasure
you can feel wet sand between them, warm against the skin.
but your love was like a desert.
our love left me parched, throat raw, the taste of grit in my mouth.
my stomach empty, growling for some sort of sustenance,
something you always refused to give me when i needed it most.
you told me you loved me, like a mirage floating amongst our heat.
if love is like an ocean then you were loneliness, i guess.
every saltwater tear you cried evaporated into thin air.
you were the Sahara and i was the Atlantic.
we collided every time we met.
Vanishing starI saw a star in the blackest night
And I reached for it, jumping high.
As jumps were not enough, I had to take flight
And venture in the dark, following the light.
Travelling in the dark was scary,
But the truth is that I never got weary.
Against all odds I fought with great bravery,
To reach for that star that was my fairy.
But when I thought that I could catch her,
Suddenly her light started to blur.
And as my hand reached for the last vanishing spark
There I was, left alone in the dark.
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