I look at you
A ghost without boundaries
My hands reaching out
To grasp your heart
Nothing there to stop me

I look at you
Ephemeral
And ethereal
I wonder when you’ll see
The way I view you
An abstract concept
Far away
Never to be found
Never to be touched
Yet an object of limerence
An object of love
That is not to be realized

Saudade
Object of obsession
You are nothing more than that
You are much more than that

A ghost without boundaries
Dead yet alive in my mind
Fitting in the puzzle pieces
As I fit the parts of my heart
Last time it fell for you

In the fridge
There sits the bottle of Joy
Every Thursday She becomes my friend
Every Friday Her and I fight

In the drawer
There sits the bottle of Pain
I try to keep it away
But every Saturday
I find it open

In the bin
There sits the bottle of Regret
With its deafening yells
Every Sunday morning

Three Drinks and I are friends
And then we fight
And then we make up again.

The windows are closed,
The lights are off,
My mind and I are all I´ve got.

My friends are there,
nowhere to be found,
and I am here
all alone.

I wish I could,
reach out and feel
the love for you
I always craved.

But all I have,
and all I know,
is the way
the bottles
stir up my soul.

I missed you once,
I missed you twice,
Then I drank,
Forgot at once.

I knew there was more,
and I opened the door,
you entered with pride,
but I was alive.

Accarezza le mie guance,
come fai sbocciare i fiori.
Essi si aprono per te e
svelano i loro segreti.
Ti fanno tremare.

Accarezza le mie guance
come la brezza
accarezza ogni albero
e le foglie su di esso.

Invece, il vento della tua anima
fa cadere gli alberi,
distrugge i giardini
e i fiori dentro di me.

Quando sono sola
e non riesco a pensare,
m'immergo nell'idea di te.
Nuoto finché
non riesco più a respirare.
Non riesco ad amare,
non riesco ad aprire i tuoi occhi.
Nuoto finché
non trovo il coraggio
di dirti che vuoi volare
ma io voglio soltanto nuotare.

A car in the distance

the fridge making some noises all night

me, myself and I


someone showering and I could hear the water

I am closing my eyes

all the sounds there are

yet nothing can stop me

nothing can save me from feeling


It is as if someone’s squeezing my heart

(a buzzing sound the source of which I do not know)

My heart is squeezed yet my mind keeps on going

convincing my whole being that nothing’s wrong


How can I function when I know the sun precedes

the darkness of the night

My laughter and smiles

are there until they’re not


How do I go on knowing no one

will come and save me

and to have the courage to trust myself

with the most important task in life:

to find meaning and peace

now, and no later

here, and not there

within me, and not with others


while my heart is beating

and the fridge is running

and the water’s flowing

I am here, and I am safe

Safe, within myself

And no one else

When the last drop goes through the sink

and you are left with nothing but your own

way of producing liquid

Liquid that’s an expression of all the pain

all the trauma

you have been suppressing

The trauma that resurfaces every time

a drop forms at the bottom of the faucet

and falls down

down deeper and deeper

through the pipes

and the other parts

all of the parts of the sink

I don’t know

and never will


when the drop falls through

and you know all is left is you

when you look down, deep down

you wish you could wash your face with the *****

muddy water in the sink

that you deserve


How dare you shed a tear

that would drop in the sink

and stain all the rest

innocent drops that became one

One whole

something you never could do


How dare you be superior

superior to a drop that formed

at the bottom of the faucet.