"As I Walked Out One Evening"

...The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world."
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
"O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time....
"O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed...

W.H. Auden(1937)

Per te, amore…

Io non so parlar d'amore
l'emozione non ha voce
E mi manca un po il respire
Se ci sei c'e troppa luce

La mia anima si spande
Come musica d'estate
Poi la voglia sai mi prende
E mi accende con i baci tuoi

Io con te saro sincero
Restero quel che sono
Disonesto mai lo giuro
Ma se tradisci non perdono

Ti saro per sempre amico
Pur geloso come sai
Io lo so mi contraddico
Ma preziosa sei tu per me…

Three Years Before the Apocalypse?

...Whether it is The Mayan Prophecy or prophecies of Nostradamus becoming true, or Planet X, Nibiru or a "killer” gamma-ray burst, or planet Earth's alignment with the center of Milky Way galaxy, or reverse polarity of the magnetic poles, whether this event will originate deep within the core of our planet, forcing a catastrophic change in our protective magnetic field… Will it matter when it comes?

Maybe it is a good thing knowing that there are only 3 years left…. Maybe everyone of us would make fewer mistakes during remaining three years and love truly…. Maybe we should start care for each other now… If the Apocalypse will not take place as scheduled (!), it would hurt no one’s pride to be nice to each other….
It will be a great test for humanity to prove its usefulness and goodness…

Allow me to quote here one of my old poems,
“…Live your life like there is one day to live.
If you can forgive yourself, God will forgive…”

Today I made you think.

Departure

"....The room is dark and weary…
Between your face and mine
A cloudy, smoky veil..."

“Late Night Departure”

…We sit on the floor,
The room is dark and weary,
I lit up a cigarette
And place between your lips…

So much to explain, to say
But talk we’d rather not…
This room will hold my scent
Long after I am gone…

I decode your thoughts
In your kind grey eyes –
How trivial uttering words
When the two can read each other’s mind…

In silence you gaze
Memorizing my face…
Am still amused and I smile -
How easy to read your mind!…

One thought made me quiver with pain,
“Will I ever see him one more time?”
“Will I ever touch her again?” –
Your thought is echoing mine…
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The room is dark and weary…
Between your face and mine
A cloudy, smoky veil,
In this haze we’re slowly drifting apart…
August 1980