DEDECATED TO A BLACK MAGIC WOMAN 

I'm sitting , alone , on my veranda
The night is climbing up the mountains and the sun is slowly dying behind the last pine ..

My eyes search the sky waiting for the first stars,
While a white moon begins its way in the immensity of the sky.
Powerful , your memory penetrates my soul ,
Your black magic eyes fix mine ,
Your long black hair caresses my face , and my words ,
Slowly slide on the paper and my poem comes to life :
ONLY FOR YOU
Don't remember me when the smile heats your face ,
Don't remember me when the happiness lights up your eyes ,
Don't remember me when other arms hug your body ,
Don't remember me on your festive  days
FORGET ME , please , FORGET ME.
But when the night comes back in your heart,
When the sadness will be queen of your mind ,
When your eyes get wet with the tears of the nostalgia,
When regret takes possession of your memory ,
When your hair will be white ,
When your season will touch the sunset ,
When the things of life became useless and you look for your spirit ,
Then yes , in that moment REMEMBER ME ,
Maybe you will forget my face ,
And my eyes will not see fire flash ,
But my sweet memory will flood your soul with happiness ,
In that moment we will navigate together ,
In the sea of feelings towards the next happy life

THE RARE FLOWER OF LOVE 

the rare flower of love is born again
while  the white crazy moon is rising in the sky of destiny
and dies in routine words
my flower for you is born in a autumn  night
but doesn't  die , it lives in my mind and its  perfume and its colour
will sustain in eternity the sea of lost sentiment

SOMETIMES MEMORIES 

Sometimes memories return
With the colours of the lone nights
With the perfumes of flowers
With the forms of shadows
You must be die , my love
There is no home for you
She doesn't believe you
Why survive ? better die my love
Stop with eyes looking at the sky
Stop with mind flying in the wind
I will try to kill you but you want to survive
You need her eyes her lips her tongue , her kisses
Stupid my love , no hope for you
The dove of hope is dead
lone like an owl My spirit flies in the nights ,
Sometimes memories return
it has come back to me the night of the dream
Something sweet , something bitter
Something of You

MEMORY  RETURNS  ( T.J.- 21/9/2004)
 The yarn curtain
 Is a piece of cloud
 Thin and white
 That blocked my eyesight
 To the sparkling column
 To the fountain by the roadside
 To the bridge
 Where walked two figures
 You and I
 Memory returns
 Quietly at this noisy autumn night
 But you are not
 Here by my side
 My eyes are dazed
 Searching for your footprints
 Listening to voices of your laughter
 Somewhere in the sky
 Projections will be repeated
 And memories on my mind
 The joy from the old days
 Will be cherished by the soul
 Of Auld Lang Syne
 And in the arms of time
 An old acquaintance is remembered
 As my life glides
 This is a kind of memory
 Together we sing
 Together we chat
 To thee and me we say good-bye
 Before it goes into a deep night

WHEN YOU COME 

When you come
I will call all the Nature's power for help
I will tell the wind to blow softly
the sky to be turquoise
the sun to warm you sweetly
the air to stun you with perfume of incense
the earth to follow your steps
the mountains to bend
And to the plants to wear their most beautiful green
But above all to win my conflicts of love
my eyes to become snakes
my arms tentacles
And my heart to offer you roses of love
But if I won't win
I will throw my soul away towards the western stars
Flying, unhappy till I will die

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MAKE YOUR HEART A GREENHOUSE (T.J. 2002)

Creature will not survive
Under barely strong sunlight
Land becomes desert, and
Wind is fire
Leaf will curl, and
Flower will die
As water will be dried
Before it can keep a life

So, put back your rose
Into your heart
Let it be warmed up to
Be a lark
Or simply a flower streamed
By your soul
That sails gently inside
As a bark

LOVE WOUNDS

When love calls you , follow it ,
it's not important if its ways are hard and steep
When you are wrapped in its wings ,
 let yourself  go  , enjoy yourself
It's not important if its sword ,hidden in its plumage
Can wound you..

A Day of Work Tour (T.J. 04-10-2002)

At the first glance
Of the white in the sky
My heart sings and
Feels bright
And the dancing dew drops
Are bringing a new life

But, O, Sole Mio
Your eyes come to me
With a light
That burns my heart
In a fire

It's so nice to be
In Pittsburgh
And spend together our time
Listening to the peace
That gives no word
But keeps quiet

NOTHING LEFT TO DO

What remains of my love never grew up
when nothing else can be said
when all was said
when I see that the sun of hope is dead
I only can stay ..silent to look at  this rough sea ,
shouting my despair
incapable to stop my life that slides from my hands
like an image of happiness never skimmed
that slowly vanishes into the maze of the memory ,
forever