Talamo di morte

Insensati orpelli si susseguono
Nel grigiore evanescente.
Il vecchio s'agita ed esalta
Follemente nel suo talamo
Di morte.

Marla's wisdom

"The condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on, you dance the night away with a stranger, and then you throw it away - the condom, that is, not the stranger."

Tyler's wisdom (2)

"I am Jack's smirking revenge."
"I am Jack's cold sweat."
"I am Jack's raging bile duct."
"I am Jack's broken heart."
"I am Jack's complete lack of surprise."

Tyler's wisdom

"Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives."

Silenzio chiassoso

Dinanzi al mio stordimento
S'apre un soffice scenario
Di silenzio chiassoso.

Real self

My poor and sad
Thirst for life
Turns out to be my real
Ruin and misery.
Seeing a dying sun
Hiding behind blurred mountains,
Thinking of all my
Faults and regrets,
Painting dark moods
Inside my soul,
Yelling against pure,
Crystal skies,
Fighting losing fights,
Appealing to dead feelings,
Going through black paths
Which always seem
To lead me to nowhere,
I find my real self at last.

Stracci di versi

I miei mendaci stracci di versi
Poco valgono in confronto
Al sacro silenzio dell'assoluto.