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Naples

In Search of Lost Highway, I am going on a tower

to admire your poise a great lady.

raised with majestic vanity
your jewelry, and hide, sculettando,
malice and lust.

How many have you loved and hated,
many sleepless nights to look for
in dark corners of alleys.

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have stolen my heart for the poor travelers
sating your hunger with their poor bones.

Angel emerged from hell,
sculettando fair walk between the villages,
unaware of the past.

Vision ephemeral
you leave Lie down in the night
that surrounds you with gold stars.

Naples're just a big bitch, with your streets
&
your songs and history of your bandits and criminals.

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Symphony

Queen of my dreams,
sweet creature who smells of sex,
relic that lie under the sea,
stifled by a bucolic love.

Thoughts
waves are breaking over your curves,
the sun, sick, lying with its rays
on your white hills, while the sand is left

caress from your golden hair.

siren symphony
angel artificial
you were born by mistake,
live in error.

Melodicas are the words, which are about
with pride
lying to the lobe of your ear, whispering words

and stroking with infamy
that heart that shines like a sweet sonata.

My sweet God, give me the strength to

lay my body on her, make me immortal
for a while.

"written by Beethoven Moonlight"

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When time runs heavy, like a moon
bloodstained
wobbly on our thoughts.

When the truth is hidden,

as a black image in a dark labyrinth.

When falsehood is presented, as

wax masks with no eyes mouth it.

At that moment, the bells
hate
who turn to the sky with massive fury, awakening the hope

killing anguish.

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The night of the soul lovers

Travelling infinity, souls
numb
thoughts & reflections.

reflecting in your heart
steal the secrets of the truth transitional
playing with the taste of your lips. You


the unnatural image that is reflected in my love, sweet and scary
.

Like freedom of speech,
like a flower is born to new life,
like the thought of a simple lover.

me drunk with nectar,
I will let down in the dark of night
and I'll play with the warmth of your sex.

The moon with his purple
region is taking the place of our thoughts,
combinations of erotic fantasies.

A man and a woman are loving
unknowingly
behind the reflection of a moon unhealthy.

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Reflections

Restlessness of a dream,
drops of sweat spreading over my body, while the air
acquires the taste of rust.

Night after night,
dreams dreams,
I find myself in the paradise of an artificial life.

reflected in drops of dew, I always love to
more image,
reflection of my soul.

words stolen love, festive
echo in my heart,
false gold of the poor service.

Smilin falsehood,
I hide behind a mask of wax
hobbling the right truth.

In my mind, echoing the words of poets damned
"We are the children of sick parents
flutter dumb with wonder and hungry."

wisdom of the poets of other times unconscious
filled and emptied my soul
troubled by thoughts of those strange days.

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Confusion assay

Confusion of the wise old man, hobbling on a humid day

is reflected in puddles of blood.

thoughts slip into her eyes while
strange memories haunt him,
wounds of a past life.

Wisdom of thinking, learning from a memory

teaching life.

children around him anxious, waiting for the sacred words

a fabulous story.

The story of love lost,
who has raised his soul to heavenly
he dropped into a personal hell.

infernal spirit and body, hating life

you taught me to love it.

Fortuna dreams,
reckless mad juggler
feelings lay.

Hidden in a corner of the heart,
games with the love of
without understanding a word that you were a dream.

The awakening is imminent, another five minutes

of oblivion and back light.

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The appearance of things

Ecstasy mental
a gloomy day when the thoughts are the framework
existence of the poor man.

Her eyes fixed on me
watching what I had to offer
and not thinking about what I was.

Tired of the new world,
simplify the ecstasy of two bodies
dwelling appearance of things.

Confessions of a dangerous heart condition,
strip away our sins
exposing what's real hide.

Page this new world of heavenly, angelic body of this land

wounded and battered soul.

be lost in oblivion
We are looking for a wild love
trying to fill her.

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anesthetic mental
touch of madness,
remain immobile in the infinite.

Travel intoxicating
spirit of a saturated
eyes like planets around it.

be floating in the endless universe, man becomes man scrubbed
,
remembering the ecstasy of a kiss.

died the night of a life tragicomic
while the dark sweet and dense to the touch,
around him and covered with pitch.

You were there to touch the infinite, while her smooth thighs

you opened the doors of paradise.

The last breath, the last
vision
awoke the next morning.

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Enchanting scenery,
oblivion knowledge
around his body
us back to the sweetness of the vision.

be lost in the infinity of his eyes, dream
imperfect world,
heavenly paradise,
expression for the self-esteem.

Tired of a life,
tired of useless words, we live to live

sweating our love.

A simple word, with multiple forms

sometimes magnificent
sometimes hell.

Eyes sewn, lips,
my hands touch the immense
savoring the smells,
asymmetric image of an angel.

Prisoner of love,
I decorated the four walls,
with sweet words and phrases,
resignation of the spirit.

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Prison Prisoner of love on the night of the soul

We live in a cell,
a cage of concrete,
as being trapped.

Rinvanghiamo dormant memories,
items stolen
dreams ever made.

While the screams of our ways,

sinister echo in the dark corners of our cell.

Prisoners of our being,
jailers our pleasure
lagging demand.

Locked in a hovel,
between smiles, screams and the swarm of falsehood
us their ears not to hear.

Hour after hour, the tortured soul,
with words and thoughts, trying to stifle
what is real in us.

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Reciting

The clock
slow scan time of memories

bring to mind images of days past. The sun shines strong



coloring the sky and illuminating the poor libertine,
invokes the fears of his thoughts.

Strong words,
sweet gestures, the actor

plays his last scene of his latest script.

Allegri we linger at the going down of the light, while the moon
messenger of love,

resumed his place in the starry night.

couples nude, stolen love,
thoughts intertwine and twist
positions and shapes unreal
heroic deeds of another time.

The Poor Poet,
spread asphalt cold, trudging
seeking
thirst for a love never born.

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Reminiscent of the words

Inspiration of a mind insane, in a spirit echoing verses

make subject naked man, free spirit.

use what remains for us to create an idyll
infamy freedom
under subdued by an innate malice.

as fire, wind, love, burn
blown die
shining a bright light.

The road burns in early morning sun while the dreamers

open their eyes to search for a new world.

The new world, like a fairy tale

lives and grows in our dreams. Give us back the word



fragments of letters that make us feel superior.

Soul oblivion of the things that shine,
small hearth
innocent sweet reminiscence of a love lost. We are looking for something real


try something immoral
seek freedom inherent in our fears.

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The hourglass time

Reality confused
the future is reflected in the glass eyes of the alien
.

sacred words echo in the rain that falls
slow wetting what is immoral
keep inside your soul.

Sensi overshadowed by sex,
a stranger seeks love, but will only
the falsity of a foul unhealthy.

Looking for something
we go beyond human virtue
where something seems like a mere mirage.


In search of a word that makes us feel like children
nell'infantile we lose consciousness.

Demon website and in our hearts,
where feasting with our emotions
and pushes us towards a possible self-destruction.

Is there anything wrong in his eyes,
where my image so many times
immersed herself with infinite gentleness.

Looking for a false truth, I loved

until the cancellation of all emotions.

Dolce murderer of my senses,
much suffering in your false words,
much pain in your false love.

Life is nothing but a succession of images
flowing slowly along the grains of sand, a whole life
sealed in glass ampoules.

Rebel
resurrect ourselves and grind
glass that keeps us.

Nutriamoci of love & suffering
make way for a happy dream,
slowly killing the unhealthy thoughts.

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The essence of the hero

Thoughts turbid, shackled hands,
higher consciousness, blurred vision,
dream behind the dream, down with childish innocence

a wall, the essence of myself.

Armored our words,

and we reject the looks we alternate being misunderstood,
souls lost in oblivion,
in an unreal world.

Heaven and Hell,
love and hate, fear
life and death,
sway the lady in black,
sensual creature of a fairy world.

Molecules of thoughts surrounding us impatient

us back in the den of the beast,
awakening the conscience of the hero,
ready to fight his inner monster.

Scent of life,
papillae taste the bitter taste,
of words created in the infinite, while heavenly bodies

mate in an explosion of ways.

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Death of a poet

The time of revenge comes to an end,
slowly dying inside, I start to
the sacred gardens of Eden.

aware of what is happening,
reluctant for the fulfillment of the fate,
my time is approaching inexorably.

Days in the past to think,
to what will become of us,
until the bitter consciousness coming to an end.

My dear reader, our minutes are counted,
long time, fades
unhealthy days in the hourglass of life.

hand our last moments,
grains of sand flow,
without being able to stop for a second time.

My end is imminent,
I wanted to create something personal,
dream I wanted a different life. The blood flows inside

reluctant
my body aging
my thoughts fragment of a memory.

But even if the company will soon worms,
player you do not kill my words, they subdue
facts and make me forever.

You and only you can make me live forever in your thoughts
,
ago that my words are not lost in the twilight of the evening.

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the poet's soul


me dying light dims the mind,
alcoholic spirit that lies within me.


My soul is kept in a shell of flesh & bone.

I have cut my hands to stop fighting

but my mind sings a romance to freedom.

Falsehood
soul my love lies in a tomb cardboard.

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tales of lusty women and principles unhealthy
times of war and false feelings.


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