When the reason hesitates,
and the voice of the heart
is the only thing that you can hear
no-one light can distract you
from the darkness
that obscure your eyes...
Amid our songs
Imbedded between our songs,
I'm thinking of you, my love
to my heart that tingles
every time your eyes caress me briefly
and for a moment I tremble, motionless,
livid of my angry nostalgia...
Tra una canzone e l'altra
Incastrata tra una nostra canzone e l’altra,
rimango a pensare a te, amore mio
al mio cuore che freme
ogni volta che il tuo sguardo
mi accarezza brevemente
e per un momento tremo, immobile,
livida per la rabbiosa nostalgia...
"If I could..." Miroslav whispered softly in the ear of his princess, making her blush as she smiled, slowly raising his eyes on him. "You already know it, right? If I could I would change my destiny with yours, just to make you happy."
Zarina hesitated. At first she couldn't even formulate a coherent reply, put slightly uncomfortable by his sudden concern for her. For a moment she remained to watch her own breath condense itself in vaporous clouds while her best friend took one of her hands amid his ones, waiting.
It was cold, it was going to start snowing - you could feel it in the air, the scent that heralded the arrival of a winter even more rigid than the current one - and the streets of the city were almost empty. In memory of the Christmas just ended there were only a few lantern here and there, covered by a thin layer of ice glistening upon their golden light.
Since Zarina could remember, she had always liked the quiet atmosphere full of expectations for the new year tha
«Se potessi...» sussurrò dolcemente Miroslav all'orecchio della sua principessa, facendola arrossire mentre sorrideva, alzando lentamente lo sguardo su di lui. «Lo sai, vero? Se potessi cambierei il mio destino con il tuo, solo per vederti felice.»
Lei esitò. Sulle prime non riuscì nemmeno a formulare una risposta coerente, messa leggermente a disagio da quell'improvvisa premura nei suoi confronti. Per un momento rimase ad osservare il proprio respiro condensarsi in nuvolette vaporose mentre il suo migliore amico le prendeva una mano tra le proprie, in attesa.
Faceva freddo, stava per ricominciare a nevicare - lo si poteva sentire nell'aria, quel profumo che annunciava l'arrivo di un inverno ancor più rigido di quello attuale - e per le strade della città non c'era quasi nessuno. In ricordo del natale appena passato rimaneva solo qualche lanterna qua e là, ricoperta da un sottile strato di ghiaccio scintillante sotto alla sua luce do
Somewhere in Nazi Germany
Somewhere, in Nazi Germany
you dance hand in hand with death
trying to go on with your life
hoping to be lucky,
and letting each day begin and end
with a bright spark of light,
hot and burning like the sun.
Da qualche parte, nella Germania nazista
Da qualche parte, nella Germania nazista
si danza mano nella mano con la morte
tentando di andare avanti
sperando di essere fortunati,
e lasciando che ogni giorno inizi e finisca
con una scintilla di luce, calda ed ardente come il sole.
Max closed his eyes, overwhelmed by anguish's cold grip as soon as his fingers caressed the dusty keys of his piano.
He stepped back of a couple of steps, breathing the room's heavy air and feeling the walls tighten around his helpless figure destroyed by pain as his head began to spin, increasing the sensation of nausea that had completely swallowed him.
He fell on his knees. They had become soft and gave way, forcing him to curl up on the floor, but Max was so alienated from the world around him that he wasn't able to hear the thud of his own body, the impact against the harsh pavement's surface, nor the tears that had clouded his view, wetting his cheeks just before slipping to the ground, right beside him.
He groaned childishly, wiping them.
He turned toward the door, and for a moment he was able to see her, appeared suddenly in front of the room's entry. She called him softly while was approaching him with maternal concern, huggi
Max chiuse gli occhi, sentendosi sopraffare da un'angoscia profonda non appena le sue dita si ritrovarono ad accarezzare nuovamente i tasti impolverati del pianoforte.
Ancora. Una. Volta.
Indietreggiò d'un paio di passi, respirando l'aria pesante della stanza in cui si trovava, avvertendo le pareti stringersi attorno alla sua inerme figura distrutta dal dolore mentre la testa iniziava a girargli, incrementando la sensazione di nausea che l'aveva inghiottito.
Cadde in ginocchio. Le gambe erano diventate molli ed avevano ceduto, costringendolo a raggomitolarsi sul pavimento, ma il ragazzo era talmente estraneato dal mondo esterno che non riuscì a sentire il tonfo del proprio corpo al suolo, l'impatto contro la sua superficie dura e fredda, né le lacrime che gli annebbiarono la vista, rigandogli le guance appena prima di scivolare a terra accanto a lui.
Gemette infantilmente, asciugandole.
Si voltò verso la porta, e per un momento
While I remain sitting
A light summer breeze
comes back to stroke my hair,
while I remain sitting on the highest tower of this city
a wooden sword next to me and my glance
lost in the infinite sky,
dreaming of dragons, castles
and adventures worthy of the bravest heroes
waiting for the world getting tinged with the colors of the sunset...
School, Tests, and All The RestI'm not smart enough for this.
I have no answer for this question.
The more I search my brain,
The more I feel inadequate.
I cannot fathom the correct answer.
Didn't I study this for hours?
Why is your intellect based
On such trivial things?
Apparently, I am not as smart as I thought.
Why don't I know what to write?
This test is a nightmare.
Why can't I get this right?
The only thing about me I was proud of
Has now vanished
Because my textbook knowledge
Wasn't up to par.
Letters to all the people I have kissedi. Rob
I expected a knight in shining armour but you were
just a boy, just a boy.
you flirted and you teased and you kissed me
at midnight on new year’s eve and set the tone
for that whole god-forsaken year.
I could taste lies on your tongue and doubt in your fingers;
you said you were a taurus but you were gemini all over.
friends shouldn’t kiss in the kitchen and
friends shouldn’t drink gin together and
friends shouldn’t cry, drunk on misery, and
friends shouldn’t break another friend’s heart and
I’m still sorry.
I expected just a boy but you were
a knight in shining armour, silver to the pretty
ivory teeth, who was looking for a damsel and found
only don quixote, tilting at windmills and refusing
to be saved.
we were drunk and you were more beautiful
under the harsh car park lights than I had noticed before
and you were mid-sentence and I was mid-hiccup and
we still laugh about it now.
I was imperfect.
I was the lie.
I was not honest.
For I am sorrow.
I'm not worth it.
There's no tomorrow.
Why didn't anyone listen?
Why didn't anyone see?
I am just a mirror
of what's to be!
I am empty.
I am gone!
I am nothingness.
I'm a fraud!
So please forgive me...
because I'm needy...
and you don't need me:
you need no one.
.my head has become a
teeming with ugly whispers and most days
i just want to get drunk
it's too much:
sitting in a history class where
the teacher just drones on
like a broken record about how in sixty years
we'll all be suffocating on the exhaust fumes
of our parents' sins.
driving on a clustered highway
in an empty car with half a tank of
gas getting passed by people too
occupied to live their lives.
contemplating a black hole pompous
enough to call itself the
future as an insatiable
debt worms its way into
the valleys and canyons of
my skin and bones.
give me a scalpel and
open up my skull.
exterminate these savage vermin
from my mind before
my veins turn black from their
toxic desires and my heart stops
beating the moment i close my eyes.
Just SmileJust Smile
The rush of the wind, right beneath your feet.
It's knocked you down, on the left of the street.
People will laugh, people will mock, and people will scorn
Sometimes, like me, you wish you've never been born.
But like my dearest friends taught me, just smile
Smile during the good times and try your darn hardest when dealing with the bad.
This world is bleak, it has a lot to frown over, so just look life in the face and grin.
Tell it, “no matter how bad you treat me. I'm not going to let you win!”
Keep moving my guy, gal, no matter what you look like or how you sound.
There's one thing hatred can't take away from from this earth,
and that's the fact that frowning is more strenuous on the face.
So make your life, and your body feel much better by
on salting the field and winning the warthe phone rings again; pick it up.
today, the boss asked her when you're
coming back to work. she says she doesn't know
when the last time you got out of your house was.
you're not sure either. not all pain is fleeting.
not all pain is bright and hot. sometimes, it's
through the phone, she talks like the sun filtering through
newborn leaves. she is miles and miles away from
the hurricane that is battering your shoreline.
she wants to know when you'll be able to look her in
the eye again. 'the boss is thinking of giving away your job,'
she says. 'when will you be over this?'
you don't know what you should tell her.
'did you know,' you start, 'that years after
the Mexico City earthquake in 1985, citizens
walked around thinking they still felt aftershocks
in the soles of their feet?' break off
halfway through another word. stop. start again,
voice shaking. 'did you know that more soldiers in the iraq war
have died by their own hand than by that of an enemy's?'
voice shaking, h
Dear MeDear me, I know we've had disagreements
And that we don't always see eye to eye,
But the last thing I want for you
Is to feel like you have to say goodbye.
Dear me, I know you've been hurting a while
And I know that you're sick of the misery,
But just keep holding on a day at a time
And someday you'll find yourself set free.
Dear me, I know you've been crying.
I've seen your demons give chase.
Smile instead for things will get better.
Wipe those tears off your pretty face.
Dear me, I know your heart is breaking,
Like your being is shattered in two,
But please, don't give up just yet.
The survival rate is too few.
Dear me, I see that you're struggling,
That you feel like you're on the brink.
But keep pushing forward, keep fighting.
You're much stronger than you think.
Dear me, I feel so proud of you.
You've made it out alive.
You're happy now with all you've gained.
You've reached all for which you did strive.
Friendship DeterminedShe felt the pain of a thousand deaths.
Things would never again be the same.
Alone, bereft - with no one to stop her hurt -
Yielding to the need to curl in on herself,
Wallowing in pain, she crumbled.
Internal bleeding that could never be healed
Tore her soul into a million pieces.
Heart aching and refusing to beat,
Maddening agony crippling her mind,
Encompassing her whole being.
Abandoned was how he found her then.
Lacing his arms around her fragile form,
Wrapping her in the blanket of his love.
Acknowledging her need to purge the pain within,
Years of false truths finally coming to light,
Shushing her wails, he held her tightly.
Empty ShellI didn’t think much of it when I was little.
I didn’t notice all of the bottles
That littered the counter tops and the coffee tables.
I didn’t notice how you were always so unstable.
I didn’t think it odd for a moment
Because the whole time I’ve been around you’ve been broken.
I haven’t seen you actually happy
And it kills me.
I haven’t smelt your breath without a hint of liquor
Hiding behind it.
You’ve always walked around with a heavier shadow
The darkness sticks to you
It slowly made its way from your shoes
To your insides and ate away at them until you were left hollow.
A hollow shell.
Somewhere on the climb up the mountain you fell.
You broke all of your bones
And couldn’t make it back home.
You never saw what it was like to see from the top of that mountain.
To see that things get better,
So you never
The things that I never paid attention to when I was small
That I can see now.
And I feel so horrible