Flame memories

Flame.
Passion that burns.
Heat. Hug that heats.
Fire. Fly soul.
Made out laughs in the hot asset of abandonment.
Spends and shouts.
Frenzy of a pleasure that comes.
Heart of heart.
Fremiti and phrases whispered with a deaf ear.
Pain. I remember it hurts.
They burn the flames of memory.
Embrace lived in the joy of the moment that was.
All that remains is the fire in flame memories.

Marzia

Life lived

A rustle
sinuous and inviting
full of promises never kept
Source of thoughts, images and
rich projections
Hide and invitations
Joy of a moment
that lasts an existence
Matter of what does not exist
Thought of what is not said
Unconfessable fantasy
You find yourself a garment full of small thoughts and strong emotions
A moment, one day: for a lifetime
Certainties and fears
Words and gestures
Mind and body
Essence and scent of a lived life
in the moment that has already been.

Marzia

Look that comes ...

Support, count, join
Hidden invitation
you attract the look that dwells
s’ illumina
I count sweet nectar
Perfumes
Precious lace, silk rustle
Box of rich joys
The caress explores you,
Search in your key
the beginning of a deep research
Paraded and thrown
Trampled and forgotten
Returns protagonist
to the gaze that comes .........

Marzia

Words that tell each other

Words that tell each other
Thoughts that develop
Theories that intersect
Poetry, softens the soul
Knowledge, illuminates the mind
Emotion, vibrates in being
Adventure, drag the thought
Mystery, obscure the path
Passion, tear the moan
Pain, tear the essence
Fear, round the breath
Joy, opens the heart
Anguish, rails
Amazement, the gaze opens
Irony, smiles at grace
Wisdom, fills the memory
Intelligence, cultivate understanding
Love, essence of life
Life is in words
Words that are told.

Marzia

Joy of meeting

The wind caresses and palpit.
The smell of the sea enters the skin.
The sails slide on deep blue.
The sun shines on the water.
Silvery vision.
Magic of a thousand stars who reflect the big star.
Colors that change and penetrate the soul.
Breeze that whispers attentively unexpected words.
Sounds, brown and rhythms of a dance sea.
The breath accompanies him.
Striduli calls that become greeting.
Small gifts of a magical moment.
Emotions and sensations overlap confused and enjoy existence.
Essence of being.
And it is a joy of meeting.

Marzia