Mauro Montacchiesi

WHERE SILENCE HUGS THE STARS

Ah
how much
I have tried
to savor the aromas,
the essence of existence.
I cast my mind
toward the infinite
beyond the infinite.
Painfully
I realized
that the pleasure of savoring aromas
is a vain utopia
and so
I relegated myself
into a poignant exile.
The only spasm of life is
the fragrance of an evening breeze,
while the flashlights, 
inlay the misty prairies of the soul.
I am a wounded eagle
stuck in a rocky ravine,
up there,
where silence hugs the stars.
The soul centrifuges
like a restless vortex
a longing for love;
a drop of dew falls
into the parched mouth.
The days of yore are now a distant memory;
they are no longer my possessions;
of them, nothing else remains to me,
except weeping breaths tinged with tears.
You and I
in that time
a duet of music
interpreting 
fate and life,
nevertheless,
both erased every promise.
My life erased you from my gaze
with a certain ferocity
and I feel like a ghostship
hurled against sharp rocks.
At that moment
I took an instant to admire 
the squiggles of light,
the brightly colored embroideries,
just while your lips
softly expressed my name.
Instantly, I discover myself a hermit
of my life
in my life
and I sink
into the dark recesses
of a deafening infinite stillness.
In the blink of an eye
and, of course, in my mind
the days ahead are likely to be characterized by mist.
A dark halo flies
among the sun's rays
high
nervous.
Great is the desire
to bland your eyes
uncertain wonderful
of that evening
when every curtain between us
collapsed
and it was a feeling of love.
The stakes of existence are in it.
The bets are still possible
and I feel
that we will return to our old vibrations
as a being a one alone
in iridescent galaxies.
Your heart
my heart
will still savor
a meringue-like enchantment
and nothing
my love
will separate us.

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 31.05.2013.

 
 

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