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Believe in yourself,

Treat yourself,

Speak to yourself and

Hate yourself

Hate me so hard till

Your meat stops vibrating

‘Cause nobody can hate you

The same intensity you loved another

(...)

Echi Del Mio Cuore

The cold outside smells like your skin.

The freezing breeze touching my face reawakens the warm memory of your arms wrapping around my body in a closer hug fatal to winter. Recollections of our first night together. A dark lonely atmosphere surrounding us unable to stop our burning desires. I wish stars over us had captured that moment in eternity.

To You, X, (29/03/20)

11/11/2018

This is just another

Shitty Tumblr poem

Believe me or not

It's only your problem

Senti ancora le onde del mare nelle conchiglie? 

Quanti anni nel profondo dell'oceano hanno vissuto, quante onde hanno affrontato permettendo che quest'ultime si riposassero dentro di esse lasciando il loro grido più profondo, tormentato, eterno.

Raining Tears

Heavy hearts like heavy clouds in the sky

Were crying out to the Sun

With biggest regrets for staring at stars

And no one confronting the Moon's meaning

But clouds don't cry, they rain tears 

Your skin must be hit by sunshine

Never felt the pleasure of wet pores

Drying at consolidated dreams

Sublime Douleur

The loneliness of my solitude

Strikes the breath of my skin

Approaching the beat of my heart

Leaving a cold blow.

[...]

I heard myself

Wondering several times

What type of dreams

I'm looking for blind.

[I still got no answer]

My Second Design: SAD FIJI (2019)

SAD FIJI - 100% PURE WEAK TEARS

In 2019 I designed a very cool T-shirt for my brand Minimalistic Disaster. I never published it before. The style is Vaporwave, Kyc Vintage and Sadboys. At peak of Tumblr Era this combo was a jam. I admit I never got over this aesthetic and it will always be part of my taste. If you like it too this is the link to get one! (2019 Original Version) 

https://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/33841324-sad-fiji

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Summer Heart

I once believed in the sunset 

But it never spoke to me

So I asked the sea

If I was in a lucid dream

(incomplete)

Insomnia

A volte penso a quanto mi sia famigliare il buio. È l’unico momento in cui non mi sento solo. Non ho bisogno di vedere, di ascoltare, ma posso finalmente essere in contatto solo con me stesso e non col mondo esterno. Colori, forme, dimensioni: sentimento estraneo. È vero dire che non mi senta solo? Non lo so sinceramente. Il buio è la proiezione di ciò che abbiamo all’interno, un’idea innata. Il sentimento estraneo lo iniziamo a comprendere posteriormente alla nostra nascita. Connessione dei due mondi: quello interno ed esterno. Chiudi gli occhi, vedi nero, apri gli occhi, vedi nero. La vista è ingannata. Gli occhi sono un mezzo inefficace in questo momento. Se tieni un occhio chiuso e uno aperto non ti accorgi della differenza. Proveniamo dal buio. Finiremo nel buio. Perché il buio ci spaventa? Perché noi siamo spaventati da noi stessi e da ciò che non viene captato dai nostri sensi e che ci è famigliare. Alla luce del giorno cerchiamo di scappare da questa paura rifugiandoci in altre cose, persone. Perché il buio esterno ci spaventa? Perché il buio conseguente alla chiusura degli occhi no? Perché il “buio interiore” invece sì? Esistono tanti tipi di buio, che in modo volgare si assomigliano. Quando sono al buio non mi sento solo, ma mi sento perso. Non ho più un’idea di spazialità e di temporalità. Il buio annulla tutte le dimensioni, ma il buio non annulla la mia essenza. Nel buio più totale rimani solo te stesso, non puoi scappare. 

03/01/2019 - 01:17 AM

02/04/2020

My mind's weak

My heart's weak

My body's weak

My soul is lost

The Last Time You Did

Have you ever thought about when it was the last time you did something? Something that you’ve never done again anymore. Maybe something that you won't be able to do anymore in the future. And that was your last time. It’s so automatic when you’re living the moment, you don’t think about the importance of it, how much that little action may count in your life. Let’s take as example our life routine, things that you know you’re gonna do often and repeatedly, things that on that right moment you take for granted and don't put much attention on it. But then one day you’ll end up writing this fucking post remembering how things have changed over the time. I can’t recall the last time I played hide and seek. It was too much time ago. Too fucking much. And the most terrifying thing is that the really last time I played it, I would never had thought that would have been the last one. I probably had thought I would have played it again in few days. But time passed. And I never played it anymore. It feels so strange. Things in your routine that are common and familiar only for a lasting time. Because things change. How did I feel the last time and moment I entered school? It felt good. But was strange knowing I would never had crossed that threshold again. But in this case I was aware of it. It’s different when you realize that's the very last time you're going to do that specific thing, or visit that specific place, and with little care think you can do it again one day, but knowing in reality it will not be so.

(14/11/2019)

To Remember

Remember to remember

To not forget to forget

The unforgettable

To see the unseen

To unlove yourself

One Day

One day I will tell you

what I couldn't tell

for these long years

keeping all inside

One day I will tell you

what makes me think

I'm not worth for it

I'm not worth for this world

One day I will tell you

and I will show you

The worst part of me

The worst part of us

One day I will tell you

what I could had done

If only I felt it

If only I wasn't scared

Scared of myself.

06/09/2019

It's time to forget

what we conceived

as a materialistic heart

a plastic breath

an elastic beat

Invisible to your eyes, Invisible to the world. I'm an ethereal aura with aesthetic visions, existing only on the Internet. You won't find me under your bed, neither among the pages of lost books. I'm Inviiisible.

Dear Inviiisible

Dear inviiisible,

is it too late to start living?

I Miss My Blog

I miss my blog,

I miss myself,

I miss writing and freeing up my mind,

I miss myself drowning in the decadence of my darkest thoughts at night.

I'm coming back.

I'm happy.

Sentimento 0

- Grazie. È la prima volta che provo un sentimento simile.
- Intendi l'amore?
- Non proprio. È al di là di esso. Mi sento pacifico. Provo un senso di sicurezza. È come se per tutto questo tempo non abbia fatto altro che correre. E ora ho smesso, di correre. Mi sono fermato, sono seduto. Ho teso il capo al cielo per ammirare le nuvole. Non sento più questo bisogno di scappare. È come se avessi trovato finalmente ciò che per tutto questo tempo ho rincorso cercando confuso e avvilito. Mi auguro non sia solo stanchezza, o chessò, un'allucinazione. So per certo che le mie gambe e i miei piedi mi dicono di non andare da nessun'altra parte. Io sto bene qua. l'erba è soffice, il sole non picchia... respiro. Il mio sospiro si è calmato. Non ho più bisogno di introdurre affannosamente aria come se mi mancasse ossigeno. Non voglio più fuggire. Siediti qua, accanto a me. Guarda avanti. 19 secondi è il tempo che impiegano le nuvole a passare prima di trasformare il cielo a noi dinanzi con forme differenti. La senti l'aria fresca passare tra i capelli? È così piacevole. Mi chiedo, chissà dove corrono quelle nuvole tutte di fretta...


P.S: Mi domando spesso cosa cerchiamo noi, o meglio io, in un'altra persona. Amore? Felicità? Condivisione? Comprensione? Amicizia? O forse fratellanza? O forse tutto questo? O niente di tutto ciò? Non lo so. Non penso abbia un nome il sentimento del quale sono alla ricerca. Probabilmente è solo qualcosa che immagino, forse anche troppo idilliaco e surreale.

Dear GG

Hi Nhi,

I’m finally writing to you as you promised me to write to you whenever I wanted to. I needed some time to process all the thing, I still haven’t realized what happened, and a part of me cannot accept it. Maybe it will never. What are you feeling right now? I wonder if the otherworldly world is darker than the earthly one. Do you feel more alone than before? Is it scaring? I hope so hard that you’re resting in peace. I hope the burden on your shoulders that you’ve always carried on has faded away. I hope you’re smiling again watching us. You’ve always been one of my strongest influences in my life: I admire you, I admire your works but most importantly I admire you as a person. And I miss you. I fucking miss you. I feel so sorry. People are evil, and so is our mind and body. Why do our souls have to suffer so much?
I sometimes think about how brave and strong you’ve been all your life. Sadly, not everyone can understand. Pain is something you can’t understand easily if you haven’t felt it. And nobody seems that will ever understand us. We all always feel alone somehow, and we can’t really escape. But you decided to put an end to all this. You just put down the dot to conclude your story, and as for every story with a bad ending, I feel sad. If we cared more for you art than your private life, probably it would have been better. You escaped many times, you didn’t just escape from your country for those people who threatened you, but you were primarily escaping from your internal demons, and this is what nobody still understands. You tried ego death building a new persona of yourself, as a sorta of restart, but it could not really change you but just hide. It’s strong to say, but I can understand your choice even if it hurts me. It’s easy to say “go ahead”, when living just makes you feel more dead day by day, when you just can’t see an escape and everyday the weight on your shoulders keeps growing. It’s an endless pain. It’s an endless battle. And all you do is just keep suffering. And you may be wondering what’s the sense of living when you’re already dead. Dear GG, I’m so sorry. I need to say sorry. But I’m also thankful to you for everything you gave to me. The sky will tell me how you feel there, when it's sunny you're peaceful, when it rains you're crying, and i will get wet with your tears. i will always look up to the sky thinking about you and sending you lights, dear. At the end, you are just an angel that returned to heaven, because you couldn't stay in this evil world anymore. 
This is not a goodbye, GG. I will never forget you, and one day we will meet.

With my biggest love, thank you again, Dear Plaaastic. ❥

15/12/18

      

♥

The Legend of Love

The love of two people is just the union of only one soul, body, divided and transmitted from life to life in humans, and doesn't matter what sex or race the two parts of the entity will reach and shine in, what time and in what place of the earth they will be, because the aim of both parts is just to find the other lost half and reconnect to it to complement each other recreating the former soul. You'll feel when it's the right person. Even if you're in a relationship, in your heart of hearts you know if it's them or not. I'm wondering what happens to those halfs that have never found the other part. Do they fade out? Do they just wait to reborn in a new person to keep looking for the other half? What is the act of union of the two parts? Kissing? Is kissing only egoism? Having sex? Is having sex only procreation? I think the act of union is just finding the other half. Knowing in the heart the mission has been accomplished. What comes after may be just the expression of it.