– At least, today it rains ALMENO, OGGI PIOVE –

You tear your skin off during certain nights, foolish thoughts climb over you like an ivy, missed expectations pierce you through peace and everything inside moves like the pinnacle of a storm.

And then, always comes the morning, bringing with it the surprise of a different time, who knows, maybe better. A time that cancels the hours spent playing boxing with the pillow.

So, lover of the rain, your eyes open and you feel a strong beating on the windows, it’s your time, the water is leaving the sky for you, to be your companion.

The hell of the night violently closed its door, the sun remained locked in it.

You wish you had lived just a few moments, lying in your bed, there was no breath with the moon. Then you look out and think that, at least, today it’s raining. And everything gets wet over the colors of a spring that always wants to bloom even in the heart.


Ti si strappa la pelle durante certe notti, i pensieri stolti ti si arrampicano addosso come un’ edera, le aspettative mancate ti trafiggono la pace e tutto dentro si muove come l’apice di una tempesta.

E poi, arriva sempre il mattino, portando con sé la sorpresa di un tempo diverso, chissà, forse migliore. Un tempo che cancelli le ore passate a giocare a pugilato con il cuscino.

Così, amante della pioggia, ti si aprono gli occhi e senti un forte battere alle finestre, è il tuo tempo, l’acqua sta abbandonando il cielo per te, per farti da compagna.

L’inferno della notte ha chiuso violentemente la sua porta, il sole ne è rimasto rinchiuso.

Vorresti aver vissuto anche soli pochi attimi, stesa nel tuo letto, non c’è stato respiro con la luna. Poi ti affacci e pensi che, almeno, oggi piove. E tutto si bagna sopra i colori di una primavera che vuole sbocciare sempre anche nel cuore.


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  1. Very beautiful prose-poetry. Mi piace molto. Grazie mille per seguirmi. I really appreciate this. However, there is a much better writer than me, whom I strongly recommend you and all your followers. It is my friend Mario Savioni (Italian name because his father came from Italy, but he does not speak the language). Mario’s novel “Pickles and Tarts” (very short chapters, easy to read), is a story where 54-year-old Frank has been selected by 19-year-old Nicole through a dating site. Frank looks at Nicole’s photos on the site and is attracted to her beauty. Nicole tells him she has a boyfriend and is not interested in a romantic relationship. She adds: “It’s fun to talk to different people sometimes.” The only apparent thing Frank and Nicole seem to have in common is their interest to write stories. Perhaps they want to meet just to write one together? Now Frank has already started to imagine this story, a story-within-the-main-story. “Pickles and Tarts” is a lovely story of illusion-delusion, dream-reality, non-conformist with the Capitalist system, reflective on love, sex, drugs, abuse, loneliness and human relationships in today’s world. It is profound and highly intriguing. I recommend chapters 11 and 12 that especially deal with sexual abuse, bullying and loneliness:

    "Mi piace"