Come veleno

So che tutto questo è difficile da sopportare Vorrei prendere il tuo dolore e sputarlo fuori, come veleno Come si fa quando la vipera assale. Ma non è la vipera ad averti attaccata, bensì una creatura più bastarda; la morte, che non può essere annullata, davanti a cui non possiamo nulla. Mi farei guscio vuoto

Grass embracing

The girl laid on the ground Silence in her mouth and crickets in her ears. All around her children shouted and played And she wondered “what if I’m bound to stay here?” After the first moment of shock she realised She had nothing to lose or fear And that, after all, it wasn’t such a

Death omen

The girl lays on the ground Silence in her mouth and crickets in her ears. Her white dress shines and grass embraces her Death omen.

There’s someone at my door

There’s someone at my door He’s knocking all along. He keeps shouting “mon trésor” I don’t want to open, oh no But the shouting goes on, “mon trésor, mon trésor”…

As time passes by

As time passes by I realise my condition. And I sing songs whose words I don’t know, And I dream of things I will never own. I’m stuck here.

Today I’m thinking about you

Today I’m thinking about you. I often do that, but today is special. Thoughts are haunting me. Today is your birthday. And I think about all the missed chances, All the times we could have talked to each other, All the times we could have had a laugh together. If only things had gone differently.

The Story of the Grumpy Old Man

Hello, dear bookworms! In these days I’ve let myself get inspired by Halloween…the result is a little spooky story that I’d like to share with you. Tell me if you like it with a comment! There once was a man All alone lived he Hated all the sounds that didn’t come from his mouth. So