Through branches and veins intertwined, my blood runs, green and greedy, to feed the fluorescence above me. My whispering leaves are restlessly trying and crying and dying to reach down. The alley is the same, gray and somber, even if I bloomed. I am The Tree.

So hold me now, oblivious and distant,

And scratch my surface with the letter A

From angels, anguish, arms and aches

From anything and an...

The deafening sound it’s taking over, I won’t fight back. Let it pump the red ocean into my veins, let it fill my lungs with its sticky warmth! Let it beat, it’s a heart, what else would it do?

Fear. Let me fear. Feel. Let me feel.

Breathing faster, slower, shallower, with every written word that I’m not supposed to cling onto.

An hurricane swirling within my body, disrupting the sleepless agony...

Coffee out of bitter feelings

Salt that’s sweeter than my tears,

To get over with hangover,

To get to forget my fears.

I wish you were here with me,

I wish I could write in style

But I’ve got too many answers,

For your only question: “why?”.

Oops, it looks like I’ve made a potion

And it feels like there’s no option,

By mistake, a Q&A

With one question: *Will you stay?

For today

Just for today.

...

You - city boy

With your words, faster than the subway trains.

With your pride, higher than the skyscrapers.

With your heart, busier than the rush hours.

You, city boy, aren’t you done yet?

chasing it,

playing it,

fighting it?

when “it” is more confusing than the roundabouts?

“It” is love, you wonder?

I’d say let go,

you, city boy!

Let go of me, I’m not one of your Pokemons!

Hey city boy, I know ...

“When I was little I used to lay outside and reach my hands to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further…”

*Like that?* he asks playfully, reaching out to my shoulders, pulling me closer into his arms.

*Like that, my shining star?* he repeats, holding me tight, pressing my chest against his, as if my heartbeats and his could become ...

Remember our last summer,

within your eyes, the sun

escaped a ray.

Flames burned inside me,

you kissed the lips that begged

for you to stay.

Remember our last summer.

Ice cold feels our summer,

when answers fail the voice

that used to pray.

Would you believe, my love,

my heart - not black, nor white

colored in gray?

Ice cold feels our summer.

Will you comeback next summer?

dark is the dream I d...

If darkness had a voice, I might have just heard it. Rusty, hoarsely, deep, penetrating the lasts layers of my defence. His voice. The kind that sticks within you, vibrating in your ears, pulsating through your body. You know what I mean?

And then again, I’m just pretending, casually ignoring the trembling of my knees, my own defiance costing me more than my foolish pride ever did.

*is it even...

So this is how we say goodbye,

under the streetlights,

with you -precious friends-

safe in my heart

for ever.

And, if you truly see this,

through heart shaped lenses,

then you’ll know:

it’s not trully goodbye,

more like “farewell”,

or “see you very soon”

or even “think of me,

from time to time”.

‘Cause what kind of fool

would I be,

to leave this place that held me,

kept me and nurtured me,

through...

How can eyes see

what my soul is refusing?

If you’re my light,

why do I dwell in dark?

Looking above,

the stars are slowly fading,

so take me where

the streetlights shine upon.

Tell better lies

than what I know already!

Swear on a moon

made of a perfect cheese,

Then, under streetlights,

darling, be blind for me!...

It was a pretty sunny brighful day,

like every day in Heaven,

when angels, bored of their play,

started a silly game - a fight:

Which one of them

loves you the most?

The rules were simple, yet, absurd!

like all the rules of loving,

they had three earthly hours, only three,

to show how they adore you.

The one who wins

loves you the most?

Minutes passed by, nothing went on,

like all the plans too ...