Look into my eyes for this is the penitentiary of people from the deepest abysses of eternal damnation. Meet the demons that these black holes imprisoned, leashed and waiting for their turn on the noose or the gates. One by one, escaping from reckless prison guards, becoming words, piercing anyone dumb and ignorant. Free and dauntless, intriguing and intimidating, inviting others to come and follow.

a futile attempt to surrealism

m’illumino d’immenso


Like flashflood, light devours darkness
engulfing me with effulgence
and limitless immensity
and suddenly there’s clarity.

Figure of speech

A paradox which fuses
Two contradictory elements
the human, and the infinite
individual and the immense


Ignorance is a blissful thing
This is the gift of not knowing
That we are no more than a moss
Before the overwhelming cosmos

On Giuseppe Ungaretti’s poem, “Mattina”


Her words taste like cherries
The sweetest i’ve ever seen
Her eyes are telling a story
With the loudest of imagery

She made me color
All my ones with blue
So when she asked who’s the one
My answer would be “you”

When i am with her,
The things i hear, i taste
The things i taste, i see
And the things i see, i hear

The numbers have colors
The scents can be felt
And the emotions have odors
And her smell, it makes me melt

She destroyed my words
She gave me Dyslexia
She destroyed my senses



Come with me and let’s climb the mountain,
And there let’s gaze at the stars.
We’ll count meteorites ‘till morning,
Or maybe for a couple of hours.

Let’s climb the mountain and stare at the city lights,
For there we can’t hear the deafening noise.
All we can see are the colorful dots, 
And the whisper in the wind’s voice.

Come with me and let’s mock Orion,
Or any other constellation we see.
For tonight we are much closer to the legion
Of stars we soon will be.


I gave up when I realized that I don’t make you any more than I break you. Instead of blooming, you wilt. And that’s not right. You are beautiful and wonderful. And if I’m not the man who can make you feel, treat you like a princess, then I shouldn’t be the one who gets to keep you. That’s why I let you go.

I told you to fight for me.
Never give up even if i have,
Keep holding on even if i let go.
Because this is my tendency.
This is where I’m good at.
I push people away.

I’m not worth fighting for.
Because you gave up.
You left.
It’s okay.
I may have been too hard on you.

This was when I learned that you have to give up your life as you know it to get a new one: that sometimes you need to let go of everything you’re clinging to and start over, whether because you’ve outgrown it or because it’s not working anymore, or because it was wrong for you in the first place.

Kelly CutroneIf You Have to Cry, Go Outside: And Other Things Your Mother Never Told You
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