Recueil de Caprices

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a failed attempt at love

i am glad you offered me that book

because it showed me

just how abusive you really are

you gave me the playbook to your game

how you tempered with

an innocent and vulnerable heart

how you discarded honest care

how you took advantage of my goodness

and indulged my body

there were moments i thought i was mad

know well that i am not

i couldn’t be more lucid

i could never live in the coldness of your shadow

i could never comply with your petty storyboard

as i could never fit your indecipherable injustice

i am glad you ended it

because i would have endured

for the sake of your unhealthy twisted soul

it is over and luckily so

you set your victim free

lacerated unto the bones

i trust you to go on

find new prey

as i will lick my wounds

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jaded, confused

a little wet

honey, don’t

be the stranger

in my bed

whereas

the wild days

seem long gone

there is news

our pleasure

outlasts each blow

a duvet of pollen

replaced the harsh grey

winter that seemed

to never end

my anger comes and goes

it hardens the future

that never was

your empty promises

now seem like multiple

questions without answers

i know you enjoy my curves

and it is a shame that our

familiarily

is blown away by

this morning’s

fresh air

the softest blue

like your demeanor

none of my due

shapes anew

it dries

my sweat

and leaves

a soft salt coat

white crystals that shimmer on

for who shall know

what is too

good and yet

not possible

gives me the chills

that we shall

never wed

no-frills

and only

chit-chat

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dreamkiller

every spark that flew

every warmth there was

every hope burgeon

discarded by callousness

and endlesss efforts

to set the records straight

a tiny reassurance

here or there

miscalculated

the possibilty of genuine

love and care

instead of mere logistics

do we not share

the same language

or heed the same

dreams aren’t meant

to be scattered

but lived to their full

extend or mere

potential

to stay alive

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Is peace boring - is boredom peace?

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The knife

clusterfuck

dickhead

mastermind

piece of shit

or sigma boy

are you ever so clever

nobody really wants

to be around you

are you so clear

it chills and kills

all that is humane

are you so sharp

that your words

cut like a knife

and leave me bleeding out

i won’t bend to your truth

i won’t be set right

i won’t be repaired

unless I decide so myself

but i want you to

stand by my side

cheering me on

holding my hand

reassuring in honesty

not whatever fits

your scheme

ask yourself if you

want a partner

a servant

a woman or a child

somebody to cherish

without judging

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Treat yourself with grace. Alabaster DePlume

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Quand vous êtes pas là, j’suis comme une otarie qui a perdu son ballon.

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have you no heart

to find delight

in mere contrition

to one’s flaws

have you no brains

to break the stupor

into endless streams

of thorough insight

have you no dignity

to abandon your arms

and handle with care

who loves you right

cause when the dawn

raises its white flag

in the cracks

of candid frights

the fences you built

with your own pride

become brittle

once we settle our fight

what is left

of your good humor

funny allure

and human abide

of quiet mornings

and early nights

one can only beseech

to see the light

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i can’t

help but think

and feel that you

are meant

to hold and love me

more than you‘d

imagine

you could ever

be enticed to

but these are not

the workings of

a spiders web

or dangerous waters

these are pure

blessings for you

to explore

with someone

you think you know

but still can‘t fathom

you are struggling

to find your way

to her heart

you want to cater

a dream you never knew

was yours

it has become

in the wake of debris

that left you

shattered

with nowhere to go

but home

and just like that

she offers

a passage

to your strongest desire

to be

at last

in mother‘s arms

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The Dragoness

She spits and spits

flames of words

igniting a long lost cause

She cannot be told

shushed or slowed down

her rambling goes on and on

She does not rest

her pretty paws

and roars as dragons do

She looks for treasures

hunts for memories

no longer available to her

She wants to connect

but realizes too soon

that none will answer her call

She longs no longer

and craves no more

a shrine with closed doors

She will spread out

as she must do

to roam the ancient path

She refuses any logic

burning every call for reason

serving her instinct on fire

She knows her magic

a strength well guarded

that only few will know

She grabs the peace

and rips it open

to let her sparks fly off

She is no stranger

yet all alone

she bows and spits some more

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“Your majesty” by a Taxi driver in Paris

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night-thoughts

high brawls

ever so tight lows

can you bear

the cries of infinite

sorrow and distress

a children’s song

is a mother’s cure

for salty tears

is it long

before you realize

a pull to care

day in, day out

two souls alike

and yet so different

they could go

each way their own

but not so fast

in strongest desire

down here below

they’re just about to dare

mommy, mommy

my darlings afloat

molding their place

in the world

of tomorrow they shall

endlessly dance

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intertwine

you’re mine

am I yours too?

cioè: Milano

intertwine

wait in line

those people

purtroppo: Bar Basso

intertwine

rise and shine

insights of coffee

oppure: Sondrio

intertwine

riding a lime

playing the town

invece: Velasca, Prada, Trebia

intertwine

sublime

moments in art

comunque: Villa Necchi

intertwine

design

for a living

dunque: Zanotta

intertwine

recline

enjoy the sofa

ovunque: Magistretti

intertwine

refine

what’s pure

quindi: il Duomo

intertwine

a bedrock

to resign

magari: Galleria V. E. II

intertwine

I’m fine

are you too?

forse: Motta

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breathe

I could listen to you

breathe

right now

I am more for ins

that outs

the bare remorse

of love left undone

and you’re the one

to see it comin’

are you not

you mean the days to me

away the nights

obscurity and

all the longer lies

i told myself

you’re the one

with universe potential

so

don’t hold me back

for too long

I’ll be sipping

a little martiny soda

on your

crescent

springster entrance

snowdrops are

meant to be

beacons of hope

as are magnolia

fleeting only

no to need to worry

dear

the wait is just

a pacing joy

of infinite desire

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mon corps se souvient

d’inombrables caresses

la douceur de tes mots

rend mon coeur serein

s’évader et revenir

souffrance ou plaisir

hésiter mais en rire

et parfois ne rien dire

une pensée ou deux

s’égarent quelque peu

Morphée aventureux

et sommeil bienheureux

là-bas au loin

ou ici dans notre coin

rien ne nous sépare

tout nous revient

ta main dans ma main

nous irons jusqu’à demain

et qui sait, peut-être plus loin

s’il le veut destin commun

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ta main dans ma main

nous irons jusqu’à demain

et qui sait peut-être plus loin

s’il le veut commun destin