Too Fragile

The ferocity of mankind starts a river that consumes the breeze, eroding it.

Water digs a path for my toes that are running naked following your flames.

I am suddenly swallowed in a fault of two diverging plates, they go far, far away.

Starts an earthquake that destroys it all, ripping my stomach, heart, and soul.

My broken spirit wanders in the lithosphere to reach the center of this Earth,

I need some solid steel to build the stability that has been lost, who am I today?

I become a solid being once again, I melt in the mantle, if I'll be lucky I'll crystallize.

I am a rock, I started accumulating elements as the ancient stars keep on exploding.

I'll be sleeping here inside for restless nights made of inorganic matter, as they say.

I have raised the day that the Kingdom of beings made of bright colours was made.

After the seeds of life, I started making love with insects that freely fly stepping by.

I am a wild flower made of thin paper, sadly my petals got wet in this rain of tears.

An archaic white magnolia that is going soon to be extinct, but how, what happened?

I stood quite on my tree, my mother, my being, as much as I could, with the gentle wind.

Until a day that my petals fell on the soil of aging, I saw it coming, it was the end of time.

I was eaten by violent reptiles with feathers, weird birds with jaws and filthy sneaky warms.

My cycle of life ended a night without stars, alpha and omega shines, its shadows and lights.

Too fragile to survive the pain, too fragile to stay here even for just one more day.

SPIRIT

 MATTER

8th of July 2019, Bologna

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