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The Monogram

The Monogram

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I will always mourn — do you hear me? — for you,
alone,in heaven

The Fate will turn away the furrows of
The palm,like the keeper of the keys
Sometime the Time will consent

How else,since people are loved

The sky will represent our entrails
And the innocence will hit the world
With the scythe of the black death


I mourn the sun and I mourn the years that are coming
Without us and I sing the others that passed by
If they’re true

Spoken the bodies and the boats that were knocking sweetly
The guitars that blinked under the waters
The “believe me” and the “don’t”
Once in the air once in the music

The two small animals,our hands
That seek to get up secretly to each other
The flowerpot with the dew in the open yard gates
And the pieces of the seas that were coming together
Over the stones,behind the fences
The windflower that sat in your hand
And you were shaking three times the purple three times over the falls

If these are true I sing
The wooden girder and the square illusion
In the wall with the Mermaid with the disevelled hair
The cat that looked at us in the dark

Child with the incense and with the red cross
The time that it’s getting dark in the approachable of the rocks
I mourn the cloth that I touched and the world came to mt


So I talk about you and me

Because I love you and in the love I know
To enter like a Full Moon
From everywhere,like your little foot in the immense sheets
To pluck jasmines and I have the power
Asleep,to blow to lead you
Through moonlight paths and secret arches of the sea
Hypnotised trees with spiders that we silver plated

The waves have heard of you
How you caress,how you kiss
How you say in whispers the “what” and the “eh”
Around the neck in the bay
Always us the light and the shadow

Always you the little star and always me the dark floater
Always you the harbor and me the right latern
The wet breakwater and the shine upon the oars

High in the house with the vine branches
The tied roses,and the water that gets cold
Always you the stone statue and always I the shadow that grows
The leaning window shutter you,and I the adoration that opens it
Because I love you and I love you
Always you the coin and I the adoration that cashes it:

So the night,so the roar in the wind
So the drop in the air,so the serenity
All around the despotic sea
Chamber of the sky with the stars
So your slightest breath

I have nothing else anymore than
In the four walls,the ceiling,the floor
To cry out from you and my voice to hit me
To smell from you and the people to get angry
Because the untried and the from else brought
The people can’t stand it and it’s early,do you hear me
It’s still early in this world my love



It’s still early in this world,do you hear me
The monsters haven’t benn tamed,do you hear me
My lost blood and the sharp,do you hear me
Like a ram that runs through the skies
And cracks the branches of the stars,do you hear me
It’s me,do you hear me
I love you,do you hear me
I hold you and I take you and I wear to you
The Ophelia’s white wedding dress,do you hear me
Where are you leaving me,where are you going and who,do you hear me

He holds your hand above the deluge

The huge retails and the lavas of the volcanos
Will come one day,do you hear me
To bury us after and the thousands of years
They will make us shiny stones,do you hear me
To shine upon them the insensibility,to hear
Of the people
And to throw us thousands of pieces
In the waters one by one, do you hear me
My bitter pebbles I count,do you hear me
And the time is a big church,do you hear me
That sometime the Saints’ figures
shed true tears,do you hear me
The bells open high,do you hear me,
One deep passage to cross
The angels are waiting with candles and deadly chants
I’m going nowhere do you hear me
Anyone or the two of us together,do you hear me

This flower of the storm and do you hear me
Of love
We cut it once and forever
And it can’t blossom in any other way,do you hear me
In another land,another star,do you hear me
The soil doesn’t exist,the air doesn’t exist
That we touched,the same,do you hear me

And no gardener fortuned in other times

From so winter and from so north winds,do you hear me
To blossom a flower,only us,do you hear me
In the middle of the sea
And only the errand of the love,do you hear me
We raised a whole island,do you hear me
With caves and with hawsers and with blossomed precipices
Who talks in the waters and who cries-do you listen?
who seeks the other,who is screaming-
do you listen?
It’s me who I scream and it’s me that I’m crying,do you hear me
I love you,I love you,do you hear me


For you I have talked in old times
With wise nurses and insurgents veterans
From what is it that you have the sorrow of the venison
The reflection on the forehead of the shaking water
And why,it says,to care to come close to you
That I don’t want love.but I want the wind
But I want the galloping of the open standing sea

And no one had heard about you
For you neither the dittany nor the mushroom
None inn the high places of Crete
Only for you God accepted to guide my hand

Here,there,everything carefully in the circle
of the coast of the face,the bays,the hair
In the hill waving left

Your body in the position of the lonely pine
Eyes of the pride and of the transparent
Sea bottom,in the home with the old china cabinet
The yellow laces and the cypress wood
Alone waiting to be first seen

High in the roof or back in the flat stones of the yard
With the Saint’s horse and the egg of Easter

Like from a destroyed wall painting
As old as the young life wanted you
To fit in the candle the huge volcanic glow
That no one has seen and heard
Nothing in the solitude and the abandoned houses
Neither the buried ancestor side by side in the yard wall
For you neither the old woman with all her herbs
For you,only I,maybe and the music
That I chase of but she comes back stronger
For you the unshaped breast of the twelve years
The turned in the future with a red crate
For you like a pin the bitter smell
That finds in the body and drills the will
And there’s the soil,there’s the pigeons,there’s our ancient land


I have seen many and the land inside my mind seems more beautiful
More beautiful in the golden steams
The sharp stone,more beautiful
The depths of the isthmus and our roofs inside the waves
More beautiful the beams where without stepping you pass by
But unbeaten the godness of Samothrakis over the mountains of the sea

Like this I have looked at you and it’s enough for me
All the time to have been acquited
In the small water course that your passing leaves behind
Following like an inexperienced dolphin

And my soul to play with the white and the cyan!

Victory,victory that I’ve been beaten
Before love and with
For the time and the giul-birshimi
Go,go and let me be lost

Alone and let the sun be that you keep a child new born
Alone,and let me be the country that mourns
Let it be the reason that I sent it to keep you a bay leaf
Alone,the air strong and alone the entirely round Pebble in the blinking of the dark bottom
The fisherman that lifted and threw back in the times the Heaven!


In the Heaven I have spotted an island
Same as you and one house at the sea

With a big bed and a small door
I have threw in the bottomless an echo
To look at myself when I wake up


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Chaplin Tattoo

Chaplin Tattoo


Chilean Red by Donald Lipski
A chandelier with 1,500 Swarovski crystals.


Chilean Red by Donald Lipski

A chandelier with 1,500 Swarovski crystals.

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i wanna cry…….

i wanna cry…….

Adams Family

Adams Family

Little Prince…..this is the first book i read when i was kid and still is one of my favorite….love it!!!!

Little Prince…..this is the first book i read when i was kid and still is one of my favorite….love it!!!!

i miss you sooo much MJ

i miss you sooo much MJ