Gay Truth Or Dare Dares

Seasons.

Red leaves of autumn
fall like tears from empty benches,
seek love and tie your dreams to a wire
balloon faded without thinking that tomorrow is already
finished.
Wrap your arms around your body in the winter,
recalling the human warmth that is about to return,
rejoice in the meantime, I would like to see your face, without respite.
comes to you the smell of love before him,
you hold a spring wind in the heart
before releasing it, as doves that feed
small and fly away free.
Your eyes are no messages in my eyes
in the world.
Protect your red lips to the warmth of love, if you want,
summer New Sensations has to be provided,
take off the mask to the fate
in the blue of the morning, and the treasure of your soul
will not be lost, try and believe in your love
and I will be the flower between your hair,
in the silence of the moon.
(Dedicated to FLCM.)

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Barefoot on the ice

I

their eyes to heaven,

not see me?

of autumn leaves

I have not perceived the scent, as they are intoxicated

noise of the stars of destiny.

My feet are on the points

not you hear me?

he crept in at night,

like a thief that is living

remained on the table

of our endless afternoons.

I

ears pricked,

not talk to me?

Immersed in a poignant silence,

look even at the going down of the day

the softest breath of your mouth.

In a limbo of seasons, it seems vain to expect

even more irresponsible not to.

So, on notes lost in time

irreverent dance right and wrong.

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Oceanic No. 21. Resurrection. Oceanic

When the jackals are a great fall dinner, but not with his soul.
Ahab hears am your spirit guide, are in a state of suspended animation.
Hear now, you have to concentrate, or resume will be the end, testing, are Your spirit guide and I can not leave you.
From above I feel you move, you're still alive, you're not dead.
Move your mighty arms, I feel you here, keep it up.
emerges from the darkness emerges from evil

emerges from solitude
emerges from prison
emerges from the lady in black who wants your soul.
This is the time, go up now, later.
Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
are back and ready for new challenges
siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
your trap lady in black did not help this time.
I am sorry but you go without me with your cart of human bones, leaves his post at the time he'll manage the moments,
're a lover for eternity and I have too much to do in this world, for now I salute you, you go your way and I will fight in the wild night, to delude the clouds.
As wind is a friend of the ocean I do not stop.
(I dedicate text to the fairy goddess with all my strength.)

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"cuckoo!" The heart of the trulli

The origins of the whistle are very old flutes and whistles made from long bones of birds and mammals are known specially drilled from the Upper Palaeolithic and whistles as well known are derived from globular fruit stones and shells, molluscs from the skull of birds.
In Italy the production of terracotta whistles of Medieval and Renaissance is characterized by a rich iconographic repertoire that often offers animal figures. Very common are bird-shaped whistles globular tail which makes up the spout, while the cavity resonator, in addition to the embouchure hole, often have one or two holes for the digital modulation of sound. The globular
whistles, along with those for water, where the ripple caused by the air blown into the cavity filled with water emits a sound similar to the direction of the birds were probably used as decoys for hunting and for the sound issued were called cuckoo, nightingale, Rossignol. The iconographic often draws on the theme of birds, a subject which assumes significance in the field of folk propitious connected to the spring season of courtship song of birds, fertility, rebirth. A Matera
there is still a rich artistic production of whistles, water and non called "frischitti" or "cuckoo", which is highly sought souvenirs can be purchased in many shops scattered around the Sassi, where you can assist in all stages of production, from modeling in clay, to cooking, to coloring. The craftsmen gladly tell the story of the cuckoo, their value superstitious, who wanted the chimney-walled vulnerable point of contact with the outside-or places on the cribs of babies not baptized again to ward off evil spirits. Male children were receiving it in a gift at an early age as a wish for future happiness. The main opportunity to purchase was represented by Easter Monday or, in the month of May during the feast of Our Lady of like them, when the kilns led, in the most frequenatati in those days, baskets overflowing with colorful whistles, which were shaped and decorated using lime to the bottom and colored earth to the finish . Another tradition says the whistle as a token of love given by her beloved fiance, the "cuckoo" to measure the size of the passion, as it was decorated with flowers, fruit and other birds, was the largest and most powerful promise of love.

PS The cuckoo in the picture are handmade by potter Maria Bruna in Matera Festival.

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No. 20.The End 30-12-19? 3-10-20?

I waited a long time the rise of the new sun rising and now I do not recognize its heat.
I'm still here and in the forest on the island of Zamoras purple, nature plays with the elements, strange and dark omens indicate the path.
My mind is like a ship without crew liquid, the air seems not exist, go ahead to make it back, return to the starting point and look for a way to leave the island, the sky draws a cloud with the features the face of the Goddess, is perhaps an indication.
Here comes the rain to keep me company, I walk in the mud and the meeting of the dark walker, look at me, I watch them, they go their own way and I go mine.
Arrival at a point where it seems that the forest violet light can not penetrate, surplus fatigue, the vegetation is dense and soft ground, it was better to follow another path, now I can not go back, the ground is so soft because I'm with my feet in quicksand, imprisoned, and I can not sink out, did not have to end like this, you know that Christ is not easy, try to raise, but invisible hands grab me, taking me down, they are immersed to the waist and go down, maybe that is the debt of gratitude to the earth, my life , the shifting sands are almost in the chest, and I can not emerge, my life passes quickly into my eyes, memories that are fading away now, and sink, the sand is in my throat, I think that one who fights with demons should not end like this, but maybe it's destiny.
Lady in Black, dear friend coming to visit me last visit in your name is fine, I met people who were trying to buy happiness, I sat and waited my turn, a serious inconvenience weighed on my mind, the girl sat on the hollow-nosed snake and everything had a meaning.
The shifting sands are almost at the mouth, I can not get out, I love you Goddess.

I would stay I would stay
I rim ..........
(I dedicate my text to you Goddess, with all my heart.)