You, We, Freedom

I wanted love, now all I want is freedom. Before I fall asleep I flee to hidden places where He is not You and You are an older version of Yourself. Places where I’m the one to save Us from the chains of My desires as Mine are solely the illusions of the love between Us. …

Whatever

W (w-ater or tears, don’t give a f*&k) H (h-ate and love, nah, just indifference) A (a-ir full of lost hopes) T (t-alking to God… you’re leaving me speechless) E (e-ternal city, momentary love) V (v-irus in your head, no honey in my home) E (E-li is my name, no sweetheart… your name I know,…

The Drive

My memories are steering the wheel of our happy van as we are driving down to a place where No means Yes. The windows are open, letting the sea drops dance with the spring wind. We’re crossing borders and boundaries. Back to the Tower where Rapunzel sips ouzo and talks to the breeze. Let’s buy…

Thoughts in Prose

I had a dream. He wanted me back. My sleep was ruined. She is perfect. I hate her cough, though. Let’s play. The house is a mess. Words don’t come easily. I want you to apologise. It’s scratching. Living with an invisible disability is annoying. I hope it’s not worms. Pineapples. I need to force…

It’s snowing petals

It’s snowing petals. Meatballs, soup, and carrots… Her tiny fingers smell of playdough. Pictures, steps, and laughter…We talk about our adventures and drink more foam. Love, work, and travel. I can’t feel lonely and I can’t be my own patient anymore. It’s snowing petals. Life is aromatic, white, and soft.

Spring Vita

The leaf of love is trembling, the waves of time are gentle after our winter storm. I want to lock your arms around me, wandering along the Via dell’ amore. The valley of our love smells of spring and oranges. I take my bitter words back and squeeze the lemons of their laughter to make…