MadDedadalo ehmmelilly

poem by MadDedadalo ehmmelilly

I remember mother when i asked you for sorriso bacino e carezza after i had done something wrong and your face was turned away from me_ i was then frightened the future was withdrawn from me without your sight to point for s... Read more

poem by MadDedadalo ehmmelilly

they say that the eyes are the window of the soul and they had a solid point, but it can go further it is that maybe that the soul is projected in the eyes that the colours that they see the world through is the landscape ... Read more

poem by MadDedadalo ehmmelilly

when i asked you about your feelings you did not hear the voices that i was hiding myself from_ voices that revive in memories of moments we never came to share; i live among the ghosts of witdrawn wishes of ali... Read more

poem by MadDedadalo ehmmelilly

woman in the supermarket knocks at the watermallon asking for fruitfull meal where seeds stain the smiles of friends red water flows in the blood she has gathered; worker in her smoking breack pufs the smoke with i... Read more

poem by MadDedadalo ehmmelilly

he saw her on the tram on his way home he was heated by memories that sped him up to ride on a way that would be far from hers; yet he slowed to see the windows of the tram as with all the trams he has always passed by ... Read more

poem by MadDedadalo ehmmelilly

Sweet moon cuddle me gently in your light tonight; may your petals fall on the shivering lake and be a pillow for my troubled eyes; may the scents of the sleeping flowers give a shelter to my exhaled fears. The da... Read more

poem by MadDedadalo ehmmelilly

to be a hero is the genius of one moment endevour that slides in the dullnes of the price not sacrificed to; to conquer the sillines that envelopes the illusions of every gesture meaning is one life achievement tha... Read more

poem by MadDedadalo ehmmelilly

he wanted to give as much as he received in equal measure as he received all that is and all was what he wanted to give to it_ all from the flower and from the bee from the light and the green shade from her arms and th... Read more

poem by MadDedadalo ehmmelilly

1 in this apartment left empty now many voices gather to find reflection on the white walls staring severely from where harlequin posters stood, on the shelves that in the guard robe have no more the wisdom of book... Read more