It is indeed easy to lose track of oneself
and be unable to grasp a purpose of self being;
Especially when that path has no continuity
and the body is thrown at different domains;
But this is the beauty of an unexpected life,
that may make one’s journey longer,
though the outcome shall be quite plush.

© living in verses

I sing;
I draw;
I write a lot;
I play guitar,
And fail some chords.
Sometimes I cry
under the sheets;
But being art
helps me to breathe.

© living in verses

“Привет мамочка, как дела?”
Così iniziano sempre le telefonate,
Con gli amici che si divertono a imitare.
Questo periodo è un po’ disagevole, è vero.
Lontana da te, dalla famiglia,
Lontana dagli abbracci che mi fanno riprendere fiato;
Lontana dalla vulnerabilità che a volte vorrei manifestare,
Ma non posso.
Devo rimanere forte, come mi hai insegnato tu:
La donna più forte che conosca, la mia più grande ispirazione.
Auguri a te, ma sappi che ti festeggerei tutti i giorni,
E nonostante la distanza sono lì con voi,

fragorosamente
presente.

© living in verses

(Happy Mother’s Day y’all!)

To channel all sensitivity through music;
Crying, silently screaming at walls;
To resurface as a stronger self;
Twilight being the protective aura.

© living in verses

(I found my voice and power through music and I will never stop dedicating verses to it. I used to be emotionally fragile and naïve but, believe it or not, listening to my favorite music and abandoning myself to the words that come to my mind has helped me in an extraordinary way. I hope you find (or have already found) your voice and source of strength too, because when you do, you feel as if you have been asleep all this time, and finally start living.)

I am gradually becoming a better,
finer version of myself.
So much has happened since those verses,
which still torment my reveries,
Many victories, as well as provocations;
Yet there is plenty to achieve;
However gratifying it is to concede that
where once I saw fog,
now I see fragrant gleams.
Where once I felt imprisoned
within the endginess of my own flesh,
today I feel a breeze of liberation.

© living in verses

(I finally found the courage to write a sort of a reply to a previously published poem of mine, which still makes me cry a little whenever I read it. Here is the link: https://livinginverses.com/2018/08/23/pictures/.)

I tell things to the stars
And hope to hit the right one

© living in verses

(I think that there is nothing else to add. Sometimes, less words mean more. I lost someone very dear to me, seven years ago. This should be enough.)