Preface
The dance of the illusion is a
big circus where the music reaches everybody’s ears, enchanting,
seducing, conquering, enthralling. It calms down the bad thoughts
with bright eyes caresses and soft voices arpeggios. The illusion is
that little smile you’d never dare do, because it doesn’t judge
you but sweetly says the most right whispers for you. The dance of
the illusion is a big decorated top, with its shining ornaments its
mind has, covered with tempting ideals and conceptions. Don’t
worry, everything has been prepared according to your desires,
everything has been ordered by your mind, these are your dreams that
decided to perform at last, like trained and helpless puppies on its
fist leash. Come on, don’t be shy now, this big circus welcomes
anybody making no age, religion, origin, intelligence, skin colour
and social class differences. You’re here by now and your excuses
for staying out are useless as the reality that doesn’t belong to
you, and remember that only at the end of the show you will be asked
to pay so a laughable sum that you won’t need your money. I’m
sure that we will reach an attractive agreement for both of us; but
hurry up, the big illusion circus has opened and the show is about to
begin, go now to take the seat that belongs to you and don’t forget
to smile because I know that at the end you will thank me, because
look at you, you’re already smiling.
Some poems:
Female
vibrations
You have the beauty of a woman
the smile of a little girl
and the affection of a mother
you have the charm of an entire
world
around your body love.
You are a cloud with a sun
flavour
that will never set
desiring a man
that will
never die.
Vibrazioni
femminili
Hai la bellezza di
una donna
il sorriso di
una bambina
e la tenerezza di
una mamma
hai il fascino
di tutto un mondo
intorno
all’amore del tuo corpo.
Sei
nuvola al sapore di un sole
che
non tramonterà mai
nel
desiderio di un uomo
che
non morirà mai.
Rash start
A moment of pleasure
rash and obsessive.
Moments of power and mental
derangement
moments, when the beast prevails
against the man
and the flesh becomes passion to be
devoured.
Our body,
A drain that can be dirtied
and flesh rests of a man who
disappears.
Sussulto
inconsulto
Attimo di godimento
inconsulto e
maniacale.
Attimi di potere
e squilibrio mentale
attimi, dove la
bestia predomina l’uomo
e la carne diventa
passione da divorare.
Il nostro corpo,
una fogna da sporcare
e resti di carne
di un uomo che scompare.
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Let the dances
begin
Untruthful jugglers
with gentle eyes
trained to lie,
long hair to hide the face and hazy
emotions
clear words that the mind doesn’t
remember or
doesn’t think about.
Lisps of red passion
in the cold colour of your kisses
left on the pale passion of your
fires.
Hearts juggler
now you’ve drawn your smile
and your knives have bled
for an unwarranted love.
for the game you have been trained
to play
leave the dust of your jumps
to the eyes of the unaware audience
stealing their last look
with the greed
of who lost herself.
Abbiano
inizio le danze
Giocolieri
menzogneri
dagli
occhi dolci
ammaestrati
a mentire,
capelli
lunghi per coprire il volto da velate emozioni
parole
scandite che la mente non ricorda o semplicemente non pensa.
Labbra
truccate di rosso passione
nel
freddo colore dei tuoi baci
posati
sulla pallida passione dei tuoi fuochi.
Giocoliere
di cuori
adesso
che il tuo sorriso hai sguainato
e
i tuoi coltelli hanno sanguinato
di
un amore ingiustificato
per
il gioco a cui sei stata addestrata
lascia
la polvere dei tuoi salti
agli
occhi di spettatori inconsapevoli
rubando
l’ultimo dei loro sguardi
con
l’avidità
di
chi ha perso se stesso.
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