Your Eyes

Your eyes follow me wherever I go
they are the sun beams that light up my days
covering everything with its splendor
like the moon glare - than as brightness
light up the placid lake of my hope

Your eyes ask me,troubled, without understanding,
and I know that they want to capture my dreams
But they are afraid that they cloud its reason
and they don't see the sign that,
like white trail in the sea
is leaving my love for you

Your eyes follow me wherever I go
and pour in my eyes little dew drops
and although we were far away from each other
and we would never see again
I foresee my sweetheart that some day
we will meet again
in a magical and beautiful daybreak.....

Time beats as a clock of quick sands
riding through the desert of illusion
following the implacable track of the sun
without stopping nor even for an instant
controlled by an old passion...

Oh, time, that crazy old man!
without even perceiving
what was the past
from what could be the present
looks eagerly as an unstable compass
in a firmament without any star
what it will become the future
and in the meantime that untamed foal,runs,runs,runs.....

Is it a coincidence
that night follows day
in its eternal development without beginning or end
and fertilizes everything that subsists around it?

Is it a coincidence
that the rivers come together with the ocean
transforming its deepness with its tides
and sprout from the swamps flowers
that adorn with their beauty the desert?

Is it a simple coincidence
that everything in this world exists
under the sun to comfort us
for the dying coldness of the night?

If You,oh God! do not answer me
may I expect men to do it?

Love, hate, repession, death
here are they
the four horsemen of the Apocalypse
which are surrounding my prison
and with astounding voracity
and inconceivable blindness
would open my cell if they could

The first comes riding on a silver charger
and with his raised arm, he brings in the air a white flag
in sign of love and understanding
if he does not find them they become infatuation
and like a sudden blaze, vanish
so in this way it could stay reincarnate in the Earth

The second comes riding on a wild colt
over the fear that in his rebelliousness
his resentful love becomes
If his stubborness does not run away into an unfathomable crowd
through time it will become my funeral mortise.

The third comes on a gloomy hack
of sadness and grief
he brings in his back the self destruction
which as last resort life gave to him

And at the end, the fourth, riding very slowly in a monotonous trot
Death comes on a dull sumpter
and with indifferent anxiety pursues in the same way
the young and the old, the healthy and the sick
leaving in its path, just the sorrow of a memory....

The Encounter

Open the door sweetheart
let my light fill you
as a tumultuous river
whose waters merge in the sea
and,once together in a tight embrace
we will start to sail
before the sun hides
and in the firmament just the moon shines
with the brightness of the stars
before death comes to claim us
before life vanishes....

I am imprisoned in my own cell
of silence,solitude and emptiness
I scream and I implore in vain
since I know that nobody will come to assist me

I am buried in the grave
that in my craziness I dug
and inside it I languish with agony
knowing that nobody will ever rescue me

Since I know very well that even winning you,I'll lose you
and when I attempt to flee from my own prison
and try to rebel my cruel fate
my torment grows more intense
to feel in my heart
your shadow in the distance

Oh sweetheart how much I want
to keep you in my heart
but I know well that if I do it
in my unawareness and without even wishing it
perhaps I could kill you
as in this tomb
there is no room but for shame, darkness and desolateness....

Love