in Poems (Author's Poems)
You can't resist love
because the hands want to own the beauty
and not stun years of silence.
Because love is living two-thousand dreams
until the sublime kiss.
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You can't resist love
because the hands want to own the beauty
and not stun years of silence.
Because love is living two-thousand dreams
until the sublime kiss.
I need silence
like you who read with thought
not aloud
the sound of my own voice
would now be noise
not words but just annoying sound
that distracts me from thinking.
I need silence
I go out and on the street the same people
who know my gab
disoriented by my quick hello
who knows, they probably think I'm in a hurry.
But I just need silence
I've spoken so much, too much
the time be silent has come
to pick up thoughts
happy, sad, sweet, sour,
there are many inside us all.
True friends, few, one?
they know how to listen even to silence
they know how to wait, understand.
Who from me has had many words
and who doesn't want any anymore
needs, like me, silence.
I often repeat silently
that you must live in rememberance only
when few days are left to me.
What is past
is as if never was.
The past is a lace that
clenches at my throat to my mind
and takes energy from facing my present.
The past is only the smoke
of who hasn't lived.
What I have already seen
doesn't mean anything anymore.
The past and the future
aren't reality but only fleeting illusions.
I must be free from time
and live the present since there isn't any other time
than this wonderful moment.