the secret

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The magic side of the unique moment
emerged through the fine lace of the unknown sea.

The eternal poetry that mastered the landscape of oblivion,
unfolded the view with desire,
protecting the sun from the danger of sunset.

Cutting the rose from the garden of thoughtless pleasure,
she avoided any visual contact
with the dark face of attraction.

Searching for a dangerous crossing
to reach the breath of the secret whisper,
she excited the fantasy of her unexpected sense.

The lonely wind of the eternal artist,
followed her perfume into the dark sky of the present,
touching the temptation of his sharp exit to the light.

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Christmas whisper


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It’s Christmas Eve…
And the snowy night embraces him,
spreading around a mysterious past…
It’s a scent from an unfinished dream,
that waits passionately to unfold…

His steps lead him to an unknown land,
where darkness provokes his willing mind…
Tonight everything conventional will disappear,
in front of a great aspiration…

And suddenly he stops…
What he sees, is so dazzling…

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It is the perfume of illusion
coming across thousand of years…
It is the perfume of desire and eternal beauty
searching for his skin to fell in love…

And it’s the Christmas spirit
that breaks the barriers of time and distance
and enters impatiently into his world…

He can hear her whisper…
“Merry Christmas”

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metamorphosis


A sunrise up there… freely
A thousand breaths… freely
A touch of the clouds… thoughtlessly
Stay…

The dream is our hologram…
The getaway from the ropes of a society of must…
The feeling of a mysterious existence,
of our intimate desires…

Who will be the dreamer,
lost in a crystal star of an inspired world?…

It’s dawning!
Surrounded by the pictures you chose for me,
illuminated by your secret love…

Magical thoughts of darkness, divided into timeless images,
which I will never explore better…

Raining…
An other form, an other shape…
All the paths ahead, let them be thoughts…

I will be your memory, the stars of your world…
And hold me there…

With your red heartthrob,
with the passionate kiss of oblivion,
and with the flame…
the flame…

“and then we know that we have looked back
through the ivory gates into that world of wonder
which was ours, before we were wise and unhappy…”

Notturno


Your journey to the unknown,
through the wild storm of my hazel eyes,
is not untroubled,
but full of unfamiliar adventures…

Usually smiling
and rarely melancholic,
my tempting eyes always dally with surprise
and invite you insatiably to THE DREAM…

Dark hair cover my shoulders softly
and my light skin draws your attention,
from so far away…

I do not fancy colourful plumed dresses,
embroidered with precious stones…
Only fine starry silk cloth embraces my body…

I would love to see you stealing the sky
for me tonight,
and unfold it in front of my feet…

And pick the stargaze lilies of the mountain,
offering them to my hands…

And write a poem
for my impulsive and adventurous being…

Perhaps I feel that you will do it…

Perhaps I feel that you will guard the essence of the beauty…

Oblivious


“ If love ever stares you in the face, you will be oblivious!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I am trying desperately to describe a dream to you…

But the effort for narration is timeless,
as is the sensation of the perception that I touch an illusion,
which is the beauty and the essence of the dream…

I shut my eyes and let my spirit free to fly…
I am eager to feel my body liberated,
to search for the wild adventure in its most perfect definition…
to escape through this dream…

And the dream unfolds between pleasure and anxiety…
Touched by a magic hand,
I cross endless corridors,
alternating senses of Dawn and Sunset of heart…
Living a déjà vous…

I chase the fantasy, searching for the restless scent
of the powerful mystery…
I find myself anxious to follow the traces
of a reborn night,
with a desire to live the unexpected escape…
But the voice tears the dream sharply…

“ If love ever stares you in the face, you will be oblivious!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Elixir


Crawling on a cold soil surface,
naked under the dense leaves of the old beech,
she feels the first caress of the spring dawn…

She is creeping free…

Crystal clear water of the secret river brings life,
making her believe that she is reborn…

The risk from the forest’s dangers is revitalizing…

She feels she wants to worship the ancient woodland,
to feel her body being in unconventional harmony
with nature…

She can sense the sacred place,
she can trace the scent of the sublime mystery,
she can embrace the power of this mastery essence…

Shadows of light and dark seem to have a timeless effect
on her romantic mood…
The unknown whispers in her ear the most erotic song…

A wave of unfamiliar sensations interact with her inner self…
It’s magic… it’s pure… it’s strong…
It’s her own irresistible Elixir…

Love’s philosophy


The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;
All things by law divine
In one another’s being mingle;–
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;

And sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?

P.B. SHELLEY

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