[Sometimes], [Instructions for use], [Love] și [Hunger]

Sometimes

Sometimes the words just pass me by
Don’t know the questions or reasons why
Everything seems less colored than yesterday
Please don’t run to me, just run away.




Instructions for use

In case of emergency open your soul
it works for sure even when it seems hard.
For curses, for fears, for hunger and drought,
for all of us damaged goods.

In case of emergency don’t worry too much
because everything on this world has its end.
For lies, ignorance, vain and persecution,
for real pain and false the-end.

In case of emergency close all your doubts,
take your hearth out of the glass box,
let out the restless thoughts and guessing,
let the fear and hopelessness get lost.




Love

I don’t speak Japanese
but they told me that
Itoshi teru
means I love you –
and that is what I do.
I would love to kiss you in French
saying je t’aime
while you roll your eyes
begging me to forget the cliche
I heard from you Ich liebe dich
a couple of times in our decades
of love and fight
of dark and light
and maybe it was a
я тебя люблю
but your words
always powerful and strong
sounded like German to me
I would maybe
sing to you in Italian
waving from the window
kissed by the Sicilian sun:
Ciao bello
And although my Chinese
is not so good
I would try to be the one and only
emperor of your world, or a warrior
maybe, your own Mulan
In Spanish I could try to use
castagnette more than words
(although te quiero sounds
like an oath or a promise
a dream, and a kiss)
and I would passionately try
to dance for you
like there is no tomorrow
or need for sorrow
or words that are
hurtful and simply hurled
I would love you in all
the languages of this world.



Hunger

Cherry blossoms are but clouds
caught in the branches,
plucked from memories.
Confused birds gaze at the outlines;
I sit in the shade
of forgotten days
and inhale the life
that reminds me death exists.
This morning, I stepped on nettles
from which my feet blossomed,
spilling their suns across the sky
and kissing the wild garden. 
Too often, we trample wildflowers
as if we are important,
as if life thrives
where death takes root.
Cherry blossoms are merely clouds
that bring both life and fragrance, and shade;
it is ours, nonetheless,
to scatter suns.
The skin absorbs the warmth
to quell the hunger. 


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