Violenza sulle donne. Il silenzio è rotto

Violenza sulle donne. Il silenzio è rotto

You...me...Tango...and nothing else around...

Light for my eyes
floor for my shoes
music for us
you for me...
In a Tango this night...

Where is my Nirvana?

where are you now?

where is your smile? 

where are your words short but deep?

where are your caresses, your hugs strong and  perfumed?

why so difficult to arrive to you, my Nirvana?

Thinking to you very shortely

I want to feel again the smell of moss and herbs of campaign that you exhale , when you search me in the moonless nights, when your period is coming and  keep your soul close to me in an hug asking protection ... 

Alongside the river

it's late in the evening, few cars around, not very cold.
I'm alone and walking along the river.
occasional bored couple walking hand in hand.
I sit on the wall that separates me from the river bank ,
and I observe the reflection of the moon on the water of the river.
I'm alone, and I do not want to think ... I let the mind free of all thoughts
the water flows slowly, like time goes slow when you're not there ...

Probably I love too much...

Stringiti forte a me, cosi' non avremo piu' paura....
Cling close to me, so we will not have more fear ....

You are always with me....