Sunday, November 28, 2010

Streamlight Survivor Led Conversion

It's just my heart


It's just my heart trembles,

this side who discovers his mark,

in the blowing wind

above the water ...


It's just my heart trembles ,

this life-coated

the story of another fear ...


It's just my heart trembles

not an escape

known to be unsafe things ...


and a caress,

your smile,

a good word,

a hot bite


are a clear consolation

in this way.


not I told you so than ever before,

my love,

but life, this life

is a place where I had never been


Hear that?


It's just my heart trembles.





© Gabriele Via Torino, 20 November 2010

Monday, November 1, 2010

Kate Playground 1080p

Stone candy



many secrets to seal

of wisdom if they are

there obvious a prey to ignorance


the grass is always hiding in the fields


rock candy slot in the world
poetry and a sound confusing


and you think for an hour of being

in the sky is falling accent


falls as the beauty in the eyes

and say things


with immediate truth


lightning occurs

filled with clusters of juice

is wonderful and exhausting

still remain vigilant


the ability as a hunter in the capture

clean and diligent
love that words combine

combine know


so that just as a hunter

the poet knows the words

the sovereign task untranslatable

traps

that bind and release

between flashes of sense

and a vague smell of profits shadows


prey poetry

revealed a secret from loved ones

who were and are

on the rock candy and you

with eyes of tomorrow for the next
come

who live in many worlds turned

with a tender heart to walk

decreed sossolino

second Rivers put

perhaps forgotten by God

confidently promise

only

dreamed

and all this swirling spectacle

assiduous in your coat of lives
look and you can see

where it breaks the wind

made for the dignity of the rushes

bent tool needed to

and short bread finally

his grace stunned

and salt that has the smell of your face

you

you care and you do not know but

perhaps certainly

you coach in a nutshell things

for the slot in the world


life overnight

ripping the petals

and whispering secrets lapidary

hoisted

so that the morning meadows

all still screanzati angels

obsession are colorful butterflies


who does not know anything


life remains

our questions

the morning dew



© Via Gabriele 31 October to 1 November 2010