ephemeral like a broken mirror,
we need to see us in the best
form, look, picture taken to impress
but who care?
Filters, a lot of filters
less light, more darkness
fake smiles, emptiness
filled by pictures of actors
who play a super hero of the plebeians
to keep save our giant mausoleaum
that we are so proud to keep, it’s came from the deep
hashtags fighting for your attention, like in a coliseum
not gladiators, not warrirors
only simples “#”, only a need of attention, so cheap
shallow like a flat beach
no waves, no wind, nothing that can move you
from the sameness that you are living in

pretty story

I could tell you a pretty story
without pain or misery
like a fairytale
sweet like candy
betrayer like sugar
that puts you high
just to fall like the rain from the sky
Why we must always hide
the angry, the pain, the moment of clarity
that overcome the futility
live without illusion
sober people aren’t real
pain is real, something that you can feel
don’t get me wrong, the feeling isn’t guilty
our illussions, desilluions
send us to a dreamscape,
making us forgetting
that dreamscape are just quicksand
end of story

part of the whole

People aren’t real, when they are sober…
your lack of wisdom
don’t need be explained because you aren’t older
it’s easy to find the reason
all your attention
you spend with the wrong motivation
likes and shares
do you have any idea of who really care?
Good for you
if you don’t give a damn about all this kind of weirdo
but if you do
don’t get mad or sad
you are just part of the whole


A sense of total disillusion
neglected by the sweet taste
of passion, love and depression
a dark corner look like a mansion
any place looks so much better
without the sense of waste
taste, waste, haste
to find a space
without the pressure in the chest
only with pleasure
can you show me the path?


You played that role for years
abusing the good will of the others
fake smile and cold hug
how do you dare call them “brothers”?
spilling your venom thru their ears
turning to gray a life full of colours
you made this game a drug
and your addiction made you the lion
without a kingdom to rule, scion


Atypical, like the lines below
my mind fly away from this place
pain still hard to swallow
wounds inside my mind screams so loud
that even that I have a key, I can’t open this cage
but my heart can help my mind, and above that heavy cloud
I can find a warm sun, a peace that I can’t describe
but, it’s sad to admit, it’s like hide-and-seek
sometimes, this place it’s so easy to find
sometimes, no matter how hard I try
it’s like a war of ideas, a fall of ideals
but, it’s just a normal minute of my typical day