Since I live in Berlin, I write my new poems in english instead of italian.
In particular this four poems are about the beautiful city of Berlin: the lust, the illusions, the excitement and the deceptions that you can breath in her streets.
I hope you will enjoy!
wannabepoeta
Poem of Clubbin’
I want you mine
but there’s the line out of your door.
Your heart is a dance floor
I hear a lovely song
That is not playing for me.
Your heart is a dance floor
Of Berghain in Berlin
And I will never get in.
Not for me your drum beats,
The vibrations of your sound speakers
Are kissing other cheeks.
I cross your walk of fame,
I hear the muffle sound of your heart in vain,
I will never get in.
Poem of a lonely sunset
Listen,
I’m dead
so I won’t come back
For dinner. –
Here’s what he said
After he has
Disappeared
From the path
Of my destiny
From the grass
On my balcony.
– It’s not my fault if I won’t be there
It’s you, my dear,
you’re my killer. –
With all my love I had prepared
A plate of beetles for dinner
But I know he would prefer a baked liver
So maybe it’s better
He never came to my place.
He was right I’m no good
And I got the blame
Of being not as thin
As I should have been
to slip on a split of his little
heart that is quite similar
to a white liver.
Poem of innocence
Innocence dressed in white
will never forget and neither forgive
The words you said to her as if you write.
~
Innocence dressed in gold
shines of tears
That you dry on your own
For not getting cold.
~
Innocence dressed in black
Blends with the walls of the night
To disappear the better
From any faithful sight.
View of Alexanderplatz
Now that I’m up
I visit the hell
Sometimes
Like rich westerners
go to poor countries.
I’m a tourist in sufferance
That I don’t feel anymore.
Here there was a river
Made of my tears
Once
But now is dry
So if you’re thirsty
It’s not worth to try.
Here there was a hole
Collapsed under the weight of my fears
Funny that now a skyscraper stands out right here
And I say hello from the top
Of the block
Now that I’m OK.
