in the beginning,
there was the word,
there was the one who uttered it,
there was the one who heard.

then there were two souls,
two interlocutors within a language game,
but did they understand each other?
and was the meaning that one uttered
and that the other heard, the …

“our” story
(as if I’ll ever know your half of it)
was not your ordinary love letter to the genre..
it was a genre-defying cult classic!
distinguished by its conclusion:
as oppressively mundane and anticlimactic
as real life itself often is..
except, of course that is so…
because real …

the sun goes up,
the sun comes down,
the weather changes..
only the pillar stays the same.
the pillar never ages.

Finally, I think I hear you..
I am forbidden ever to be near you
From now on,
and until the end of sweet and bitter days.
I understand.. do as he says
Or as your heart commands you to
Or as you must for conscience’s sake.
As far as …

Know this,
inflicting needless torment unto you
is just about the last thing that I wish to do.
Why do you think then
that I write these words of love to you,
all night and day?
Because some things I simply cannot dare to outright say…

If only through the …

Confessions of a Rose
Part III - “al mio amore”
To you, I’m merely words…
sweet words upon a screen.
Merely an innocent moment of presence,
in which I hope you feel truly wanted and seen.
To me, your mere existence
is a dream come true.
Your presence makes me …

Confessions of a Rose
Part II - “all’altro”
I feel no malice towards you
though I suspect that if you know of me
you surely wish me dead..
Believe me, uomo, when I say,
the roles that fates devised for us to play
I could not ever have conceived of …

Confessions of a Rose
Part I - “a me stesso”
I used to be a lover of only wisdom and duty.
Now, I am also a lover of truth and beauty.
By the former, I was crucified,
By the latter, I am now again reborn.
A wilting flower.. I shall be …

Close enough to feel your warmth
but never close enough to touch.
You pull me in again,
it never takes you all that much.
My mind fills in the gaps too well..
which makes proximity to you my living hell
so full of ecstasy and beauty..
By night you are …

It’s bittersweet but I’ll admit it,
I told you nearly all of what I had to say.
And now my final truth reveals itself to me,
as clear as day.

despite your ever blinding radiance and light…
despite this lonesome hermit’s immolated sight…
despite the fact that …