Sunrise

Tired of the vicious circle of my dispensable life, initiative grew up inside me. As I could believe that God could talk to his prophets for some unknown reason. Although, at first I thought I was turning into a fool as I didn’t need the initiative, I could simply embrace the shiny-gold life.

Even though the non-sense and pointless self-questioning I still had reason. So I forced my reason to push my body to this new meaning, new path.

Time and space become superfluous when my soul walks through something that makes me believe I’m truly alive. Where the meshes of destiny thickens, where I belong.

This campaign of my own and with the will of so many seems not to fit this time. Not because it would lose its meaning, no. But because I can’t conquer. The tide is strong and endless, the pillars are wise and shrewd, too much for a man, even of many, to move.

Now I get what’s left. Me and this wet, dirty ground. As the time stops so I can taste every single piece of this moment. I can imagine so many other men that did hit the ground before me. So many other campaigns impossible to conquer. And yet I can imagine the future. Seems endless to me at this point.

And what’s left is another sunrise. Yes, because I know that tomorrow the sun will rise again.

Human enigma

As we born virgin the virgin we touch.
As we get corrupted, corrupting we touch.

As we born naked, the naked we love.
As we dress, the dressed we love.

As we born within people, people we love.
As we materialize, materialism we love.

As we born within nature, nature we love.
As we raise metal, nature we miss.

As we born embraced by foolishness, foolishness we embrace.
As we get conscious, the mind games begin.


The eternal battle of the great, the vulgar and the poor. A battle drawn years ago, as it is eternal it is being fought today. Under our feet, embracing our chest, in front of our eyes. The no ones' battle, the everybody's war. Disputed together and disputed alone.

The ambition and vicious experience, allied to the insatiable will. That destroy and transform every visible particle in its way. Blind every soul joining its path. Enslaves without being contested or questioned. Softly. Comfortably. Converting our feelings, the bad and the most wonderful, creating on them a new meaning to hide the primal.

We feel good. And we ask for more.

We don't question. That's not our need.

Our feelings adapted to the reality we created.

As the irony gain its greater meaning, deep inside us we know. What we really want. What we really miss. What we really need. What we want to avoid. What we want to give up. What we are tired off. Where we want to run. Where we want to regain our breath. Breathe.
This phobia that flourish trying to hide under our converted feelings. That passively we carry. Irony.

As we raised up the metal environment, in the metal we live.
As we gain new needs, the metal we want to escape. Breathe.

As we let our feelings be converted, we believe we are comfortable.
As we can't live passively for ever, the nature we seek.



The eternal battle has no winning.

Water

Nothing. Empty. Sad. Vacuum. This is me. I feel nothing. Everywhere I go, everywhere I look, everything I touch, everything I taste, everything I smell doesn't mean anything.

Nothing new around me. No excitation, no spontaneous happiness. I feel myself, my surroundings all so dramatic, painful without pain. Meaningless.

I find it hard to contact, express with other people. People that I know that will drink from my mood when in contact, directly or indirectly, hiding or exposing it.

This mood that pushes me down, under my conscientiousness control. This mood that seduces me to denial. I feel like avoiding life. Avoiding all the doors and windows that may open.

As I walk in this garden watching life and people I can't even feel envy. I am a dead body with a suspended mind and soul. I see people smiling and yelling, forcing my brain to present me my own memories. I don't have the strength to cry as even the worst feelings come empty, meaningless just as all the others.

I am stuck and my mood forces me to keep stuck in my dramatic world, reality.

So I face this man. Considering my society standards I can easily consider him homeless. His face is old, wasted. I can see his tears path to hit the ground, only the big, dirt beard hides the drop. Although his face is strong. Reminds me a conqueror face, every trace is defined with such strength I could guess he could face any life trap. A face that doesn't fit on that body. Thin, weak, holding some scraps to face the cold nights. He looks hurt on one of his arms, he misses part of his shirt on that arm, even far away I can see his wound.

So I smile. I don't feel pity. I don't help him or talk to him. As I stand up, walk to him, get on my knees, lift my hand and touch his left shoulder. As I am looking at him deep into his eyes. As I could guess a long, strong and hard life, few could handle it. As I want to encourage him I draw a closed smile, confident. Like I could live not to help him but everyone who deserves a second chance.

As I am leaving my own reality and facing the reality I left. Left with a promise.

Again I smile and say to myself: "Finally I understand the water taste."

Message wrapped in hope. Sealed with a smile.

Today I am happy. I found hope. I gave up to myself and accepted to smile again.

I am happy because I am writing this message. I am fulfilled because you are reading it.

Today I don’t believe in the end. Today I believe on a new start. Yes I do! What other reason for still living?

I found you, thanks to destiny. To you belongs my message:

I am not living in my world. My world has many living species, born from a wonderful group of miracles. One of those miracles gave life to a wonderful being. Not just a wonderful being, but the most special of all. That being was blessed with more miracles than just life: physical and emotional, much more than life, indeed. Over all the living species of my world one of them dominated and ruled all the others. Against all the rules of wild nature, that specie didn’t need to be the strongest and most heavy weighted to survive, to dominate. A very special miracle distinguished it from others: reason.

So life, nature were this specie game and enjoyment. The miracle of reason was so powerful that in no time this specie found itself a satisfied and fulfilled being while playing with life and nature.

Discovering so many pleasures and new lands, reason guide it.

Soon the specie claimed itself human race. Believing that they left the primal instincts behind, so they were different from all other species. Rational.

I am so happy today. Because you found this letter.

All I wanted to tell you is that humans were wrong about themselves. We didn’t left our primal instincts behind. Regardless we created even more powerful instincts impossible to control.

Impossible to control. Today I look around me: I see humans never satisfied, seeking for more and more. Unable to stop and stare at their own world, at their own creation. All of we are diseased with such a greater virus: evolution. We born in a river that pushes us through an endless seek for more self-pleasure and evolution. None of us can admit at any time in our existence that it is enough. None of us can stop and yell: “We have all we need. Let’s now think about the other living species. Let’s stop this endless evolution sickness. At least for a while.”

No, we can’t stop. Our lives depend on reaching evolution. No matter what we need to kill or to ignore in our path.

But this is not my world. My world used to have so many different species. Species that could show you love, affect. Species that wouldn’t ask you more than half of what you consume from our world: human and other species’.

Species that were banned long ago. Killed. Species that weren’t blessed with the most powerful miracle of all: reason.

We, Humans, lost our own heaven. Now it’s just us, glass, steel, virtual worlds and a dark tempest ambience surrounding.

We, Humans, lost our reason. Because we can’t stop. We must reach evolution.

We, Humans, forgot why we born. To get fulfilled. To reach happiness. To make other species feeling alive. To share love.

How can I be so sure about this? Stop. Look around you. Find other species and establish affect. Ask your self: “why am I born?”

Can you even stop? Can you fight against our disease?

My world is called heaven as written in old books. This is not my world.

Today I am happy. Because I know the destiny showed you my message. Today I smiled.

Dreamer

Dropped in nowhere

Hands empty

Knowing what’s unfair

Ready to lose own-sanity

You were born like so many others

In that simple family

But you could see many bothers

Young, you ended the fantasy

With your hands dirty

After a long work day

You would meet your party

So many things to say

That secret party of strong philosophers

Clever, you could understand them

You couldn’t accept the simple life offers

Soon building yourself as a true man

Fighting against the strong tide

You were cruelly laughed

Innocent dreamer, you weren’t feeling fine

Only misleading thoughts left

As you couldn’t lose your ideals

A self-destruction turned into inevitable

You’d know how cold defeat feels

But you'd never stand back to the predictable

Destroying your life for what you believe

A fool in town was born

Yourself to the poor you would give

Another unknown true man gone

To the greatest group of man you belong

So many known today and others forever unknown

Destroyed but remembered as strong

A great story of your own

In peace you may die

In a half life you proved your worth

In your son’s heart you’ll lie

In eternity, travels your force

Dropped in nowhere

Hands empty

Knowing what’s unfair

Lost own-sanity

Life

In a virgin landscape

He was born

Began his fate

A new life form.

Opening his eyes

So he could see

Many wonders to try

Powerful independency

A soft explosion of feelings blow

While the ambiance greets him

Set the dance free under the glow

Letting escape a satisfied scream

Involving himself into trance

Fulfilling all of his dreams

Like there was no other chance

Forgetting all other living things

As he enjoyed himself more

The ambiance started the crying

He couldn't stop the gore

Life started dying.

The body taking over the soul

In the endless satisfaction seek

Losing any other goal

Ending into sick

Questioning existence

He gets no conclusion

Blaming his independence

Gets lost in confusion

A strong sadness explosion blow

While the ambiance forgets him

Let the body fall under the sorrow

Letting escape a desperate scream

Closing his eyes

So he could see

His soul getting dry

Powerful dependency

In an adulterated landscape

He was forgotten

He couldn’t escape

A body left without content.

Goodnight

Deeply dark,

as on my bed I lay,

Can see no mark,

so I fade away.

So many lies unfold,

where I’m used to fly.

I reach no world,

don’t ask why.

Suspended in my mind,

as my body rest,

there’s nothing I can remind.

Meaningless fest.

Feeling no will

Losing my fate

My soul getting nil

Enslaved to muppet state.

Fulfilled of empty happiness

Embracing the peaceful vague

Around of a broken promise

Enjoying the lack of argue.

Can remember no danger

Can remember no pain

Feeling safe from anger

Feeling impossible to complain.

Soon I’ve reach the sky,

but the lightning bolts pushing me down.

So it’s useless to try…

Can’t heal this painful wound.

All around me is back to disturbance

My soul collapsing to body

In the end I have no other chance,

shall face myself as enemy.

The dark turns into light

The puppet turns into Man

So again I need to fight

Encouraging myself "Yes, you can"

Acid Rain

All is gone,

all was taken away,

in this land of bone

tonight I say:

It was so beautiful to breathe,

a life full of dreams and color,

I’m still feeling that need,

but all I got is this another spent hour...

Fresh and soft skin,

my little girl did spread wonderful energy,

her hair so bright and thin…

Oh, accept my apology…

In those open gardens we played,

our cloths and earth were one,

the butterflies flied,

“Catch me! C’mon!”

Hear the melody of the wind!

While our bodies roll down the hill…

Haha, c’mon sing!

Your smile my eyes fill.

Don’t stop now!

Jump! Yell!

How can you be so beautiful? How?

Love you my angel.

It was so beautiful,

earth, water, wind and harmony,

so, so meaningful.

Now it’s only a broken symphony…

Gray, dark, phobic ambience.

Glass, steel, chains.

Cold, with such lack of tolerance.

Thousand acid rains…

Starring at my hands I confess,

I can’t break through,

I’m stuck into this mess...

It's so hard missing you.