MEMORY AQUARIUM

medium lighting
inside a brown room
but through my eyes it looks as blue as the sea can get.
i'm lying on my bed
pretending that i'm swimming
moving my hands and feet with convalsive movements
to the sound that noone hears but me,
and i'm smiling
i'm full
i'm happy
the happiest i've been in weeks
i'm gold
like a goldfish
swimming around, inside
my notional self made aquarium
that i call bedroom (my bedroo-oo-oo-m)
not really understanding
that in 10 seconds
i will forget it all
all the happiness, joy and completion
but i'll still happen to be
in this same aquarium

*This is included in my first zine.
Contact me if you want one.

I'VE BEEN ON A DIET FOR MY WHOLE LIFE

I feel small
for my skin
Do you wanna
come in
?

LIGHTHOUSE IN BUBBLEWRAP

See how gallant the lighthouse stands
like time never touches it
or it's a classic design
the older it grows the more beautiful it gets
We're used to watch it
getting beaten by the waves
Yet the lighthouse remains silent and disciplined
Remains there forever
A blind guide for the ships

My heart is a lighthouse
covered in bubblewrap
destined to be given as a gift
to young girls
in ballet classes
dreaming to be ballerinas
to young boys in the choir
singing about the war.

SELECTIVE SIGHT

Roman holidays lasted longer this year for the rats of the town
We might not remember the great show
but we remember the aftermath of bright lights
and the screams of the ecstatic crowd

Nothing's more sensual than scars
I colour you intrigued for creation
you vote for Catastrophe
Ascending like an idea
descending like god

The berries you saw
on the back of your hand
are now spoiled stains on the collar of your shirt
They might look like lipstick as well

It all comes down to believing your sight
and choose what you want to see
Is it lipstick?
Is it berries?
These goods are not available anymore

A cheap lipstick acquired from a fashion magazine, Revlon sample kiss left by anonymous source
A bunch of conservatory made grapes of wild taste, Prince's "Purple Rain" playing in the background
to enhance the motion

It's up to you to choose what to believe.

Now that you got the message,
do i get anything?

ZODIAC ELABORATION

For people into signs

asthmatic leather jacket
leftover cloth of the apocalypse
i kneel on my knees and with adjurations
my charm makes out with your stitches
"please wear me", i know you do it well

needles pierce through childish skin
a vaccine i never did
now owes me a punch
nausea spells my name with a boner
singing songs of suspicion

i know you have attached
a dagger into my spine
a curly haired heaven faints
as the doctors aspire for new customers
and green windows contrast your rosy cheeks

a man of red pepper raised in corn
those unreachable ressurections, those salad days
the pavements stated you know me well

bianca, draw me a portrait as i laugh
i know you will do great
exhilarated scorpios never survived (a) cancer
anyways

NOTE TO SELF

WHERE'S YOUR IMAGINARY FRIENDS NOW?

NESSECITIES

Lately i'm getting my coffee addiction back
and i feel happy
getting to see my brother getting older
a boy turns to a man
and
he got livers for lovers and lovers for livers
and a spirit full of hell, still
cannibalizing festivals
thrifting with
such naivity and such levity.
how are you doing lately?

I got my name written
on a tall grave
I got my fate working
on every jinx
I got a fork and a spoon
to eat misery
and the summer's round the corner
playing ball with my old classmates
that used to call me a bore
other spaces older times

I feel light as a feather as i write.

Strangers are only strange when they're strangers
Embrace the anonimity
I stay silent cause i have a lot to say

Sigh and seek secondhand salvation
we bought the guns from the grocery store
where you use to buy candy
for the infants

A moral eclipsis of a bipolar syndrome refugee
i pass out in the store
the store lady kisses me
and i feel seven years old again

We progress like bread
necessity drives us
and we feel guilty
like the bread and the rice and the hand
in your plate. and the head?
The world watches me now
unveil my travels
of misconnections
and objectivity
so thoughtlessly
sounding like a girl moaning
for never managing to walk on high heels.