195

the silent scream
we usually talk about
the scream not screamed
the silent laugh
the silence
but today is the day to speak
about the spoken words
the screams screamed
the words said
the good and the bad
everywhere
the silence stays forever
exactly has much has a word
which one is louder?

194

i don't know why
everytime i pick my keyboard
i find them
i don't know why
everytime i come here
i find you
i don't know why
everytime i write
i think of you
obsession
and you know
dangerous obsession
obsession can be a way of life
but it is always obsession
not good
ah!
i found another painful truth
what can i do?
if i prefer to live with this lovely
obsession

193

with the camera
underwater
looking for not so common pictures
why?
why should pictures be different
how many sunsets were framed
do you think that's enough?
every day comes another sunset
and as long as the sun sets
and as long as the sun is not upset
you can continue to take pictures
sunset pictures
or whatever
and after the sunset
you have the moon
and then another morning
and every tree
and every bird
and whatever
you can take more pictures
there's no limit
...
ah! do you have another battery?
...
oh!
...

192

i am going to a different path
a new one
nonsense
like i like
new writing horizons
checking
letters after letters
why should i change my path
if i like my older one
routine
nonsense
illusion
life
i prefer the last one
everytime you see life
you are alive

191

to shave or not to shave
a problem to be solved
by who solves paradoxes
like me
who solves paradoxes
by making them
because the solution
is always found into the question
and if you don't agree
try to solve a paradox
by trying
you are accepting
by solving
you are agreeing
if you don't try
you found a paradox
so
do i shave myself or not?

190

how complicated can be
a simple day?
how great can be
a complicated day
as everything can go wrong
and we can find all the right things
to go after the truth
of each day
how complicated can be
a simple day?
there is no reason
to make anything difficult
complicated things
are always simple

189

put your fingers on your throat
and throw it all away
don't keep inside
what you don't want
that makes you depressed
so
put your fingers on your throat
and throw it all away
don't keep inside
what you don't want
that makes you sad
so
put your fingers on your throat
and throw it all away
don't keep inside
what you don't want

188

and returning from a special space
where i read about a hidden longing
how words don't follow the heart
how mute words are explained
i come here
and looking to the white board
i know
again
i have nothing to say
a painting can always express
silent words

187

null
empty
could be a space
a reason to start
all over again
null
nothing
could be a reason
to cry
and because of my lack of memory
i put a - to remind me
this is the - song

186

raining outside
windows closed now
and still raining outside
a few hours ago i could see a small river from the window
the water was running on the road
finding a way out
going on to another round
a descendent path
to a hole
a descendent path
to a hole in the road
windows are closed now
but i still follow that water
it's going to the river i know
that one surrounded with small trees
but there's a particular tree there
it's been there since the beginning
and never leaves the place
i've heard so often about moving trees
i'm amazed about this one
never leaves that beautiful place
almost falling over the river
the tree gives a gentle shining shadow on the water
and i remember the will to swim in there
even if i never tried to
i keep that will to swim in there
but i never had the strength to go down to the river
to dive
and to find the tree roots
i'm always on the surface
always embracing the tree
and watching our expressions on the water

185

a day to remember
only the day was made to remember
everything else is lost
or is it the opposite
can we remember days
if they all are the same
weren't you here to make me think of you
weren't you away to make me think of you
wouldn't you exist
and i couldn't think of you
where you are
no matter where
you are

or is it the truth
i wouldn't be me without you

184

i hear you say
speak your language
on so many regions
specific tastes
and sounds
so many different ways
i hear you say
speak your language
i hear you say
and you say to yourself
i don't
but it's not true
i hear you
i hear you

183

you have my guitar
and you play
faster
you learn
fast
and i like it
you took my guitar
your little fingers pressing the chords
and you sing
even if
your fingers
don't follow
your voice
you are starting
you have the energy
and the fire
i see you
and i like
to see you
play
the way you play

182

i will always have a tomorrow
as long as you remember me
as long as you say
i'm here
and you can say it in silence
like a whisper you throw away
and i feel it in my hand
like a snowball
like a snowball
and i feel it in my hand
and you can say it in silence
like a whisper you throw away
and i could have it prepared
but no
maybe tomorrow
maybe one day i think
before i whisper
as long as i remember you
days are days
and their tomorrows

181

i pick the 181 number today
and you know i like it
starts by 1
ends by 1
has an 8 between
even the 8 is made of two zeros
a nice number
and again
it happens
when i am going to write something
this number comes in
or something else
and what i prepared for today
becomes tomorrow

180

starting with the specific purpose
of finishing
a pseudopoem composed
of
140 lines
and right now there i'm starting
i think on the impossible task
to find
where the 140 lines end
so let's see where it goes
and somewhere
between space and time
the space i use to occupy
140 lines
and the space i use to write
symbolic
both
and time
i take more time to calculate the lines
going back
checking and counting
than the time i need to complete the job
and as i write
i see the sun
outside
30 minutes ago i needed an umbrella
to go to the pool with my dear daughter
and now she's swimming
while i write
and you don't see the sun
because you're not me
we are together in different times and spaces
and yet
we can see the same things
and respect them
on different times and spaces
maybe that's what we call
time travelling
is it after all space travelling
if time can fit space
as time is always the same
only the space we use
can be different
space travelling
isn't it all that we can do
only travel
from spaces to spaces
without finding anything
only our only empty space
always curious
always profound
and eager for knowledge
experiences
space travelling
and it's time to count
56
all those lines and i'm still so far away
why creating crazy goals
when we have an entire life to complete
i am going to complete
140 lines
some other day
and now i'm finishing today
it would be so simple
to put a number on the side
to find the actual number
starting by
1 ...
and
2 ...
and
3 ...
...
and going on
but as always
is when we're finishing
we know how everything should start

179

this one could be
181
or 182
but it is
179
and the sequence
is not important
neither none of this words
as always
words mean nothing
but what makes them be
and the other words
i keep saving for today
will stay once more
for tomorrow

178

silent night today
reflection night
a night
for the stars on the sky
for the moon
and for another star
discovered today
and i remember you
there
and where i always have seen you
the laughs we did together
and we are doing
different spaces
different times
silent night today
reflection night
a night
for the stars on the sky

177

starting with the specific purpose
to leave for tomorrow
what i left yesterday for today
it's like no day is a good day
foe what's always 2 lines down
i always put another line between
and another
and another
so many lines
and this one is for today
the old ones always wait for tomorrow

176

i don't know if i said so before
you don't know if i say what you think
but i think i must say this
and i'm not saying anything
and you don't know if i don't say what you think
any word i can say
is just a word
any prose or poem you make
is always a prose or a poem
the word may never deserve your words
but that's a problem beween you and them
just because no word is mine
i never invented words
i just use them
i never invented words?
of course i invented words
so it means something?
no
just means i'm not saying anything
yes

175

starting with the specific purpose
of writing something already written
i leave it for tomorrow
today
i write for my second human moment
pretending
to be human
i feel the tears i wrote about some days ago
i feel the sun in my face
and i am going everywhere
after the aromas
looking at the roses in the garden
they are real
and i truly can touch them
while i hear your voice behind me
and your strong voice always makes me look at
going after the voice that burns
my soul
predestined
to be arrested
on emotions
the ones i pretend to have
but after all
i can't
hey!
is it the ocean on my feet?
where i am
surrounded
of water
and the waves are coming
and i can feel them
i love you ocean
i can feel the dreams you hold inside
and i want to explore that ocean
but the waves are higher than me
and i have no board to surf
i forgot mine at home
so all i can do is swim
between the waves
and dive
look around
and see
true nature
underwater

174

starting with the specific purpose
of writing something already written
i leave it for tomorrow
today
i write for my first human moment
pretending
to be human
i feel the tears i wrote about some days ago
i feel the sun in my face
and i am going everywhere
after the aromas
looking at the roses in the garden
they are real
and i truly can touch them
while i hear your voice behind me
and your strong voice always makes me look at
going after the voice that burns
my soul
predestined
to be arrested
on emotions
the ones i pretend to have
but after all
i can't
hey!
is it the ocean on my feet?
where i am
surrounded
of water
and the waves are coming
and i can feel them
i love you ocean
i can feel the dreams you hold inside

173

a day
the song
a book
the letter
a paper
the pen
and everywhere
you
a day
the song
a book
the letter
a paper
the pen
and everywhere

172

i'm going after the music
you made to me
the one i dance
when i can
when i allow me
when i can
dance with you
i'm going after the rythm
you made to me
but it's not mine
nothing is
anb because of my lack of memory
i put a + to remind me
this is the + song
and it could be also a tango
or a fado
or a pseudonosong
+

171

maybe yesterday idea
closes doors to sequent pseudopoems
but if i came here
i can keep going
if yesterday thought
is strong enough to make a point
a reason
a goal
making me write more than usual
saying the unexpected
you're used to
and still accept
i say thanks
for your kindness
for the love i receive
no goals
just feelings

170

following yesterday
today
yesterday
each day
following a cadence
a musical rythm
something apparently pleases you
and i like to do
but i don't do this for me
neither for you
for no 1
4 every 1
and that being interesting too
numbers and symbols
and yet
i don't use them more than others
probably least
there are so many using
numbers
and symbols
maybe i try to break the reason to
follow them
no reason for numbers
no reason for symbols
1 day should exist
a free world
of expression
where you can build a thought
over and with others
a common science
where every 1 contributes
building a safe and unarmed world

169

a view over the city
like an eagle
flying over
what can i do
if i prefer to walk alone
finding the smallest details
a view over the city
like a mouse
hiding
under the stones
where are the trees
where is life
and water
free
pure water
4
every
1