Archivi categoria: English writing

Remember, remind, rewind.

Sometimes I feel the Magical everywhere. I bike and the wind is magical, the traffic lights are only green, glances become still like doors to walk. You have clothes on and feel naked. You’re in silence and feel singing. Everything … Continua a leggere

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P#1

Wake up kiss cup miss perform the rituals get the things done meet some beauties breath the sun walk the streets cook and eat and behind beyond all these things inside all these things a vast wild profound evident permanent … Continua a leggere

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Michael Kiwanuka and the salvation.

I usually exaggerate. It is because of the language, because of the wonder. It is wonder’s fault. My life is a wonder ocean with cheese sandwiches on the shore. My life is wonderful because yesterday I was in Kiwanuka show and I … Continua a leggere

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Ti sbrillano gli occhi, fratello.

Al mio amico V, che l’altro giorno è diventato grande e aveva gli occhi sbrilli. “One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us, seems to bury us, but still one feels certain barriers, certain … Continua a leggere

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Responsible horoscope for free.

Yes, I’m writing. I’m writing, yes, sure. I’m writing my Horoscope for 2013. Just inventing, of course. Things like “it will be the best time of all times, you will be tremendously happy”. And I will take the responsibility for … Continua a leggere

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Haiku #10. (questo l’ha scritto Kijo)

“The moment two bubbles are united, they both vanish. A lotus blooms.” Murakami, Kijo

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I will be a beautiful flower.

I feel like a bulb. I’m so excited about blooming. So scared about this warm air, outside. The “Outside”. Who knows. I feel I believe in a world out there. I do like the smell of the soil, of the … Continua a leggere

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Vetiver Vetiver, pics came bad but I don’t care.

Vetiver played in Berlin. And I was there. During the concert I dreamed about being on the road, being free, speaking different languages, being an adult and having a flat on my own to invite friends and others, writing poems … Continua a leggere

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Don’t Fight, Copynight.

CopyRight or CopyLeft / CopyFight or CopyRest Escape the Copy, Be your Best / enLight the Copy, Win your Test Don’t make me read my Words in yours Don’t make the Princes become poors CopyNight and CopyNest / Desert the … Continua a leggere

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Kids were watching God’s Birthday. Part II.

I only had my nightie on. The bell rang. I had to go out, to go down. With jeans and a blue cardigan I became almost normal, pretty elegant. Went down. It was my birthday and there was a paket für mich. … Continua a leggere

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