giovedì 19 novembre 2020

Trees will replace us on earth, eventually.

he place is a fire.

Scorched, the soil supplicates: 

"You can't win, I hope one day you will let go and cease to fight"

lunedì 30 dicembre 2019

We're making this place a Fire

Every day,

is the place a Fire?
Air's so dry and still,
Trees would sound like a Thunder
if they were to fall down.

domenica 14 aprile 2019

Hundreds of feathers feathering down

Hundreds of feathers feathering down.
Each leaf covering the floor
I lift
as sharpening my awareness
The branches remain beyond reach
I pile all leaves on my palms
Trees are lightening their borders
and I am possibly just wasting time.

I will bury all of them leaves
tracing a full circle on the ground.

giovedì 28 febbraio 2019

lunedì 29 ottobre 2018


One day
everything will pulse livid green
The Sea will fall vertical on us
The Desert won't be a shield any longer
And They will finally take over

martedì 9 gennaio 2018

Every day:

"I fight with the fact of my own humanity.
I fight with the idea that death is the only way of escaping this fact".
Every day I wait for Trees to finally take over.