Can I?

Can I be what I need to be?

I urge to be intense, that's me,

a flare made of ups and downs.

Life itself creates and devastates.

I'm not the name you decide for me

and I preserve myself by changing it.

Becoming is to mutate, not to stay,

is the metamorphosis of the being.

Can I show you how I started loving me?

Inside my chest, there is a green wheel

ready to start its chants, now I can hear.

I'll be me because I am alive and not death.

This is the construction of my boundaries

I am learning how to draw lines in between

to know how to respect me first and others then.

I just want you to know that I forgive you all.

Can I be in search of Truth again?

I won't throw you inside my star

unless you alone decide to jump,

but still, I promise it will not burn.

2nd of April 2019, Bologna

عَبّاد الشَمْس

The one who draws bliss in my smile

rests in bed next to yellow ray florets.

I dance for him to start the day slowly,

moving like a plant, following the sun.

His rounded iris is a brown disk of florets,

where life seeds reside and our spirits lies.

Together we are just like those sunflowers,

a flower that is not a flower but a thousand.

We trace all our dreams on each other's hands,

my finger paints on your nose this joyful lands.

9th of November 2018, Bologna

White Desert

Wrapped in a silky cocoon made of galaxies, love, seas, poetry, and chaos.

I fear silly things, and I am a courageous warrior on the frightening ones.

Am I too scared to feel the desperation of missing your voice once again?

I shut down the sun, follow the wind, hide my tears and run as fast as I can.

I don't want to realize that each hour I spend with any other living being

is not even close to the happiness of a second with you, that's not true, no.

I don't even remember anymore how it was to be together, me and you, us.

There has never been an us, and it has always been an us, our contradictions.

This gentle and tender winter will not end, the snow falls from this grey sky,

flakes turns all into dust, hiding me, the city has become a white desert now.

1st of March 2018, Bologna