Move your toes, feel them. Feel your ankles, move your calves, your legs. Feel your hands, rub them against each other, feel their warmth. Feel your arms, your neck. Witness your thoughts. Now, listen to your heart. Can you feel your body alive? Princess, there is no need to cut anymore.
All my poems
From the shadows I see no stars, a trembling cigarette light draws the cruelty of the rock over this darkened landscape. A mistress of moonlight tempts like an eclipse; the most unhappy fantasy… A black skinned moonbeam gravitating towards headlights, like a backstreet satellite in orbit to an empty sin. From the shadows I […]
To look for a black point in the darkness the mane of a candle is useless, staring is useless, human senses are useless. To look for a black point in the darkness a whisper, almost a voice is useless. Sitting at a desk is useless, a pen, even if it promises to leave you in […]
I was a pilgrim of a distant dream that could never be reached; casting my shadow in front I left the sunrise behind, and went on to make the road that aimlessly led beyond the horizons I was taught. I never learned to follow and they said I’d get lost, dictated distance and goal ignoring […]
It is not about opening cages, filing spiking thorns, nor removing all chains to romanticize my desire. If it is time to go, we both know that an end cannot be written with a voice. Go in search of your north, I don’t judge your rush. I know the impatience of love, no one slows […]