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The Bloody Glow

Dear Tom, when I heard

the passionate breath of your heart,

I understood that love

was dedicated to you as well.

The newborn future

fell in love with your gaze,

dark as an empty night,

as vast as a deaf and dumb horizon.

Tom, when I felt your breath

on my heart for the first time,

I knew that you were

dedicating this freedom to me.

Today I witness life

trying to break free from your soul.

I know you don't understand love.

I know your heart is heading

in the opposite direction.

However, I believe

that the dawn will come soon enough.

I hope that one evening

you will hear a cry for help.

Yes, you will be immersed in

a lie that will be a daydream.

Tom... Lonely, hurt Tom...

Before you close the heart forever,

appreciate the bloody glow

of the rising sun,

realize the beauty that has shown

you the wrong path.

Terrifyingly Homeless

Tom, why didn't love

find its way into your heart?

Why is the suffering

that delights your thorny soul

so grand today?

Tom... Can you hear

the whisper teasing

your memories?

I know all you wanted

was solitude.

Your dreams, born by chance,

leave stains on your cold soul.

I want to take this soul

in my arms, savor its every sigh,

fall in love with

its burning kisses.

Tom, your memories

die peacefully, thrown down

by the sky to the very bottom.

Only your body,

terrifyingly homeless,

keeps you going.

But I know that one evening

you will shake off the shadow

from your shoulders,

sit among the stars

and realize that you had to

wait for life to find you.

Please, wrap your arms

around me, give me

sleepless, beautiful kisses.

A Beautiful Heart

Tom, when I heard the whisper

of your footsteps

on the other side of this wall,

when the meaning of

your impatient thoughts

dawned on me,

I understood.

I realized that life means

loneliness for which

there is no antidote.

Tears, especially beautiful

this morning, glisten in the light

of the rising sun.

Tom, your heart's steps

are unusually uncertain today.

The soul, trapped in

a too delightful body,

looks for another way to escape.

Even though I don't know

the reason for your melancholy,

I know one thing.

When you dream of

your own time,

when drowsiness fills

the silence, you let

your damaged memory die.

The future, resurrected

at an ill-time, will give relief

to ungrateful hope.

Tom, I will bring you

the most beautiful stars,

borrowed from the local sky.

I will give you a blue pitcher

to drink from.

And then the last dream

will fade away, the seed

that could give a beautiful harvest

will die.

Tom, let me take care

of your wounds.

Help me understand how

such a beautiful heart cannot love...

Feeling Too Much

Tom, can you hear the sun's ray

rustling in your still living heart?

Do you know how long

this journey took for me

to find your lost loneliness?

I asked you for too much.

You couldn't give me tears,

you couldn't dedicate the fear

of the end of this noisy

but so empty story.

But I knew you had to fall asleep

while the stars were trapped

in the night sky, while the universe

was knocking at the open door.

Tom, fire in the fireplace

is bouncing happily,

your heart is filled with

eternal ice.

Why, why can't you break away

from suffering?

Why does fear give you satisfaction?

I know, Tom, you're scared.

You're afraid of yourself.

Please don't run away from tears,

don't bypass the longing of love.

I promise that sometimes

it's worth feeling too much.

The Wings of Melancholy

Tom, can you hear the sigh

of the wings of melancholy?

Do you feel how many tears

are needed to find

this one path?

All you have seen so far

are just a few lonely sunsets,

a few sleepless mornings

that threaten to make you lonely.

I can hear your heart

speeding up.

I know you're scared,

but your fear is dictated by the sky

being too far away.

Tom, believe in my dreams.

I would like to dedicate to you

a few beats of my heart,

an echo of a whispering soul.

Can you hear

the crimson stars falling

with a crash?

Loneliness has turned your time

into stone.

Memory, too painful to exist,

prevents us from seeing the future.

Tom, let me kiss your tears,

as beautiful as the first spring dawn,

as bitter as the truth sold.

It's Worth Loving

Tom! Dear Tom... Why did you abandon

your solitude so early?

Why did you hastily leave

the scarlet, timorous wind?

You're leaving because

your last dying star woke you up.

That evening you cried

painfully and bitterly.

When I look into the depths

of your eyes, I see the echo

of my soul.

The shadow that brutally lied

to you is not conducive

to eternity today, it does not conflict

with the truth.

It was pain, this terrible suffering

that made you abandon

your unfaithful tear,

that made you defy happiness.

Tom, I'm begging you,

your broken heart,

your heart without its shine.

Let the solitude that saved you

show us 

the right path to remembrance,

to memories sunk

in the lethargy of illusion.

Even if you don't know it,

I want your freedom,

I need your grace.

The echo of our crying

will mark your longing for

what is insignificant but so powerful.

Tom, share your loneliness

with me, and I will prove to you

that sometimes it's worth loving.