highway

with

search

crossroad in silence

to be the light you stare at to realize

Let me get the joy out of this clock
Reminiscing the old ways by heart
To tell by smell, by state of mind
To come between you and you as past
To understand, to learn its shape by heart
To be is you and to learn that.

y cada dia un instante volver a pensar en ti

a new state for which i lack name

glimpses by second with no intend to be named

and then to

around italy

stand

hold together

meant to

round

season of fall

In between everything, I look around. Eyes open. Here, between shooting.

lead the way

neptun

I just do

I am the happiest when I write an english poem and because that's rarely, I like them so much. Not sure why, I just do. I feel joy.
Reading Virginia Woolf -The Waves now and maybe you can understand the state, the mood. I now found my favourite expression. The thing is I was looking for this word, for this expression, for a way to name that sensation. The nape of the neck. Since forever I think I was on the hunt for this one. These couple of days, while walking I would touch that part and feel its warmth.

I touch the nape of my neck,
I let my hand and fingers linger;
I feel your touch,
With my soul I shiver.

with a purpose

i find you in absence and in pauses

for now and ever more

When lyrics strike. Napkin writings.