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Covered truck

Truck in the night
Covered truck
Like a released balloon
Illusions, hopes
And blood stained
Straps tied-down
No more desire
In this loathed world
Nothing to say
Drive in the darkness
Hit by dreams
On the waysides
Of desperation
 
Truck in the darkness
Drives away this evening
And will not come back
In the back seat
Of black leatherette
A child breathes
 
A fair-eyed girl
With frail limbs
Sleeps in a cloth
Like an angel feather
In a flannel blanket
Fallen from heavens
 
And in the rhythm of axles
The awful din
Of the iron truck
*
Truck in the night
What do you know about him
About what he leaves once again
Sad settings
The rest has been crushed
When the world is sick
What is left to him
Is the shape that sleeps
In a blanket
On the rugged seat
She's the only figure
The only landscape
Standing like a mirage
The face of the angel
That sleeps in her flannel blanket
Fallen from heavens
 
And in the rhythm of axles
The awful din
Of the iron truck
Truck...
 
All that is left to him
When the world is sick
Is the shape that sleeps
 
Truck in the night
Armored truck
For so many years
So many low blows
Without lights and masts
Lanterns torn
Truck rolls away
From a loathed world
History will tell
What should be remembered
On an acacia tree trunk
Tires howling
Windows bursting
 
Crushed truck
And in his notebook
Three more lines
Three crossed-off words
The three words of a drowned man
Whose body is recovered
During a moonless night
One hand through
The brown curls
On the angel's forehead
In her flannel blanket
Fallen from heavens
 
And in the rhythm of axles
The awful din
Of the iron truck
 
Truck in the night
Smashed truck
Iridescent windows
Strewing the ground
In a sunken lane
Crushing the hand
From which the soul escapes
Still breathing
As if bewitched
Stroking the body
And the grey nape
Of the crushed adult neck
Where the bones are smashed
In the covered truck
Front burst open
Through which the wind edges
And dries up
The child's forehead
Moistened with tears
 
In the covered truck
Front burst open
Through which wind edges
And dries up
The child's forehead
Moistened with tears
 
Sanctified truck
Picked up off the ground
Straight towards the sky
The rest erased
The tree opened
In the middle
Passenger compartment open
On the green carpet
Of painless moss
The fair-haired angel
Looks at her father
Who keeps driving
 
Truck in the night
Truck
Truck
Truck
Truck
Truck
 


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2025.03.18.

Let it fly





Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
 

Let it live
Let it fly
Let it fly
 

Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
 

Let it live
Let it fly
In the middle of bullseye
Swishes right through the hoop*
 

I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the shared mouth
I remember the grand longing
 

I share a room with you
I share a shirt with you
Until I depart into the rain
 

I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the sad mop and the moon
I watch as the rock breathes
I watch as fingers leave prints
I watch everything over again
I listen closely to sky and earth
 

I everything doesn't fit into the cranium
One can hide their face in their shirt
Even a chair can be a friend
With it one can laugh and cry
One can watch a movie on the ceiling
And feel the rain in one's soul
A mosquito flies with us
It would like a drop of our blood
 

Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
 

Let it live
Let it fly
 

I left you behind
I left you behind
And went away
Sometimes you just have to leave to see
Open the door and walk into the rain
 

I remember your gaze
I remember your agony
I remember the throe in one's** soul
 

I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the shared mouth
I remember the tranquil moon
 


2025.03.18.

Italian Twist





(Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.)
 

Round and round like a pizza pie,
turn, turn, do and die.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.
 

I took a trip to Italy
and what do you think I saw?
Well, everybody was doin' the twist
from nine to ninety-four.
 

Oh, you should see Sophia twist,
she swings from north to south
and when Gina shakes her hips,
the boys all twist and shout.
 

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.
 

Turn, dear, turn, lover
doin' the twist at the sleazy bar.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.
 

In Rome, I met a fella
they called Chubby Knock
and when he starts to do the twist,
the girl begins to yell.
 

And when I went to Venice town,
I saw the strangest sight:
gondaliers were twistin' 'round
and singin' through the night.
 

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.
 

Turn, dear, turn, lover
doin' the twist at the sleazy bar.
 

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.
 

Round and round like a pizza pie,
turn, turn, do and die.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.
 

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh...
 


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Cherries





Another one of those
Who wrecks you entirely
And doesn't stay to fix things
I'll say it to you straight
You deserve better
 

This is the new you, a new chapter,
and here the rules are different
Now is your time to decide
who you let in close
I know it still hurts,
but you will fall in love again
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

There's still feelings, but
You'll get over it
Even though you don't think so yet
A new door opens when
One closes behind you
Mmm, yeah
 

This is the new you, a new chapter,
and here the rules are different
Now is your time to decide
who you let in close
I know it still hurts,
but you will fall in love again
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

Now is your turn to pick
just what works for you
Let it go if it hurts
Now is your turn to pick
just what works for you
Time to choose yourself first
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 


2025.03.18.

Open a Path for You





Exhausted from each other like this , receiving back gossip and mockery
I don’t get a bit of comfort or carefree satisfaction
Letting go of everything, I make an effort even though I know it will collapse
Longing for ambiguity, but I still always stand and wait
 

(Loving) each other deeply, then split in two, I thought that love wouldn’t fade
Caring to the point of being superficial, so I also don’t know who to blame
Many tragedies and comedies fall upon my shoulders, I bear the numbness of the whole sky
I have to make a way, sending you off, hoping to be reconciled
 

Since the day you left, I toss and turn at every thought
A piercing pain in my heart, I don’t see peace or leisure anywhere
Since the day you became far away, I fell apart on a pouring rainy afternoon
Deep years and months disappeared with the cold sunset
 

The emptiness of late nights, I silently light a few drops of spare oil
My heart burns out, I have to embrace sorrow alone
The shaky love story split the two of us, each person on one branch
Disasters and misfortunes, why must I be the one to bear them?