However real my sentiments are
My wall is strong and the mind rid
© living in verses
I have lived in fear for a while
Afraid to speak my truth and dare
Afraid to fight a little for myself
Or for the ones I fell
But I have finally grasped ephemerality
And the importance of ceasing the day
Uncaring about superficial consequences
And experiencing deeds worth to tell
© living in verses
Chiudo gli occhi per assaporare le sfumature del sole
Sorrido per sentire gli echi di altri tempi
Tappo le orecchie per scoprire dove mi porterà l’immaginazione questa volta
Lontano dal brusio di una decadente contemporaneità
© living in verses
I have fun with my clumsiness
One that gives lumps in the throat
It is, I dare say, a great feature
If carried out smartly enough
© living in verses
Garderobe
My feet have never chased an unfazed soul
My impassiveness is slightly worse
Once a mortal neglects my cherished care
I ice up like the coolest glacier on Earth
And flush amity leftovers down the garderobe*
© living in verses
*garderobe: a term used to indicate a castle toilet
La poesia appartiene a tutti.
Impregna gli occhi dei sognatori,
Ma non sempre fiorisce in versi.
Alcuni cercano delle risposte,
E la stesura regala certezze.
Altri rispettano la sua caducità
E la complessa intimità, in silenzio.
C’è chi è soggetto alla verecondia,
E si nasconde dietro a patine malinconiche.
C’è chi ricerca la comprensione nel prossimo,
E condivide le perplessità più inasprenti.
Ma rimane il fatto che la poesia,
All’aperto oppure nella sua segretezza,
Appartiene all’essenza di chiunque.
© living in verses
Melancholic eyes, soaked in poetry
Dreaming of adventurous overturns
In a world that forgot how to beam
© living in verses
There was a time I felt ashamed of my romantic nature
I kept the beauty to myself, behind an apathetic veil
So typically adolescent
Though how can anyone remain uncaring
In front of unpredictably rough waters
Yet so charmingly splendid
© living in verses
No one warned me that aging implies the spirit’s convolution
I have always fancied order and the ability to identify my traits
Not for a label crave or shortage in individuality
Rather a longing for anatomizing and studying myself
© living in verses
I love being encircled by miscellaneous souls
The ones who spur me to be more spontaneous
I’ve always been more inclined to reticence
And nourishment of my precious moments alone
But now I know that the key is within finding a balance
To be equally pleasant to others while respecting the freedom of your soul
© living in verses
