Vagina Mother

Intro (A Welcoming Mandala)

Come free in the Mandala

Blue Mothers

pale is the sky unknown the colours

your chairs are empty but we can see you

where are you hiding where is your beauty

where are the flowers why did you abandon us

blue mothers naked children

seeking for love you can give us no longer

orphan flowers leaving your garden

pain is repressed in unattended hearts

Powder Tears

the spyglass i got has a trick its lenses are placed in reverse

so you are the one who can see all of the things that i hide

the postman you know he was wrong your parcel was not meant for me

so now i’m just playing all alone with these eyes you gave out for free

lonely tears they cry powder tears they cry but know no broken dreams of mine

the past we both know has a blade it cuts away leaves from the trees

but something remains in the shade it hurts when it seems to be gone

lonely tears they cry powder tears they cry but know no broken dreams of mine

Underneath Electric Wires

sliding drops along the sidewalk going down across a dream

lighting up the motion vehicles & oranges

underneath electric wires

the device is in my pocket has no funciotn but it breaths

does not imply moving does not imply thinking

something closed within a form

holds me like a sleepy hand rolls me around a single spot

to go back just where i am i am fre but my projection

slowly goes towards the future yet is unning through the past

brings me to a white dream dogs are yawling at the rain

trees are speaking to the wind sit around the afternoon

sadness is far away

in my mouth black cherry taste caring mothers watching us

but they just don’t intervene for the motion of the pain

goes around a little thought to go back and meet again

the motion is apparent but it does not carry anxiety

reminds me of a river that goes towards the mountain

a state of mind is made of lonely little colours

they mix to form a sound they separate our lips

unconscious nights are falling within your sticky fingers

your window is a tv it plays no movies but it smiles

it plays my lonely childhood dangling on a photograph

underneath electric wires underneath electric wires

The Followers of Fame

the space between the sky and the earth is your home

the followers of fame are all stuck in the clouds

is that where you live is that how you think you feel

is that where you are is that where you’ve been so far

do you think you’ll catch it honey do you think you’ll touch the sky

you find out when it’s gone you find out when the dream is gone

these colours that you paint nobody can see

the followers of fame hear a voice we can’t hear

is that how you feel is that how you think you feel

is that what you are is that how you’ve been so far

do you think you’ll catch it honey do you think you’ll touch the sky

you find out when it’s gone you find out when the dream is gone

September

it’s september in my bedroom and i am still 24

oh i’m looking through the window and i see a thin rain

and it’s sunday and i’m cool though i’m alone

and it seems to be a dream

and i’m slow and i’m so easy and it seems to be a game

and it seems to be the ocean and it seems to be a dream

and it brings me to the stars across the sky to a new nation

where a single flower cuts a single pain and the colours don’t belong to anyone

and it sounds like the water in the storm

and i’m happy like bob dylan in his chains and i’m easy like a sunday morning

oh i’m tender like a jealous guy and i’m cool like the great robert johnson

i’m inspired like ellas mcdaniel i’m in love like john lennon was

i’m in hate like syd barrett was i’m a stone i’m a beatnik

and i can see you as you really are

A Rose In Your Mouth

the morning comes with a rose in your mouth

it brings a sweet light a promise in bloom honey

there's a rose honey in your mouth

the morning shines like a rose in your mouth

it takes me away to the sky and the sea honey

there's a rose honey in your mouth

Salvation

it’s in your eyes it’s in your eyes i find my salvation

it’s in your eyes it’s in your eyes i find my home sweet home

i was in the dust lost in the last

but i’m free when i’m into your world

it’s in your face it’s in your face i find my salvation

it’s in your face it’s in your face i find my supper’s done

i was on the tree of misery

but i’m free when i’m into your world

Angela’s Disease

angela stands in her white dress of flowers

she’s sixteen and she knows where an apple right grows

but sometimes her mind seems to explode in her eyes

and she feels like a cannonball that jumps on the floor

no one can take her hand from the darkness of her thoughts

through her scream the eye of the day is passing by

through her scream the eye of the day is going by

Seven Year Old Poets

the mother never sees in the blue eyes beneath the forehead

the spirit of her child resigned to loathing and obedience

but certain habits obviously indicate a black hypocrisy

obstinate he shuts himself inside the cool of the latrines

opens up his nostrils and think there tranquil and alone

the yard behind the house fills with the moonlight

he lies beside the wall, half-buried in the mud

to hear the scabby fruit trees grow and bruise his eyes with visions

his only friends are skinny kids with runny eyes and tear-stained cheeks

they hide thin jaundiced fingers beneath their stinky clothes

speak with the gentleness of the idiots and if the mother found him

at these impure compassions his tenderness amazed her

at seven he wrote novels about the trackless desert

where exiled freedom shines

The Insect And The Fish

i feel a drop of moon under my skin i feel the sky over my head

i feel something sliding over my face the spider of youth

a fish can walk a fish can walk down

there’s no answer to the question of the shadow of the insect

there’s no pain for the question of the shadow of the insect

a fish can walk a fish can walk down

Polvere

il mio cannocchiale di plastica ha lenti girate al contrario

son gli altri a guardare non io le immagini dentro di me

il tuo fattorino ha sbagliato quel pacco non era per me

ed io resto solo a giocare con gli occhi che mi hai regalato

piangono polvere, piangono ancora ma non dicono niente di me

il tempo ha una lama sottile che taglia le foglie dagli alberi

ma resta qualcosa tra i rami non muore piÙ dentro di me

piangono polvere, piangono ancora ma non dicono niente di me

The Naked Monk

if you turn away from the core of my pain

if you close your eyes not to see me again this way

if you got me cutting and then sewing my will

if you make me a slave take me down into your grave

mankind is running to the falls by the river

the naked monk is quite bloodthirsty

if you emerge from the dust but just stay on the surface

and if you come back in an empty egg shell

if you are so blind not to hear people cry

if you shout your anger to be heard by lonely ears

mankind is running to the falls by the river

the naked monk is quite bloodthirsty

Ortoflorovivaistica

Mars Behind Our Eyes

standing by the room i cannot close my eyes

things are moving slowly around my head

little planets i will follow you

far too many miles in the deep space

venus waits for me behind the sun

asteroids are floating in my brain

freedom flies and smiles upon mars

i never understand what i can see

losing in the space my mind by coincidence

stars are changing now into myself

i’ll be looking into their souls a million years

‘cause i’m swimming in a new direction of time

John On The Moon

lit’s not enough for you to be on the moon

and walking you feel like a dog that looks for bones

sniffs on the ground but there are no flowers around

and left lights dissolve through a thin fog

and little atoms fly and john is on a dawn

watching your skin little wish you would know him

w’on’t you love him? jumping on the dead riverside

there is a fish made by the rocks that is running on your feet

john is watching you

The Ghost In Your Room

the ghost is walking down in the streets of your room near the sky

little queen please please kiss him or he’ll never come back

and you can hear his steps a ghost is in the storm

isn’t it a crossroad in your room?

the court is gathering now around its oldest jester to play

and you are like a queen for the spirits that live in your room

and someone touches you, you notice everything

isn’t it a crossroad in your room?

a ghost is walking down in the streets of your room near the sky

little queen please please kiss him again and again

and you can hear his steps a ghost is in the storm

isn’t it a crossroad in your room?

A Telescope In Reverse

my telescope is loaded with speed of light and energy

the picture is quite clear a house in late spring whether

sahara sand is raining on bittersweet sensations

and you are crying but i i’m far out in the space

the secret you have been holding is buried deep inside

the diamonds and the pearls that i can see from here

are somewhere in your guts are anywhere but here

are atoms of my mood that i can’t share with you

i wish i were so different i wish i were so near

but space between the two of us is larger than it seemed

and so your pearls and diamonds that were not meant for me

the day i will get back to you they will be lost for good

he secret you have been holding is buried deep inside

the diamonds and the pearls that i can see from here

are somewhere in your guts are anywhere but here

are atoms of my mood that i can’t share with you

The Spider In The Clock

i’m rolling down invisible paths looking around and all over the room

mystical bumps collide in my ears i woke up this morning without a skin

i’m a spider imprisoned into a clock

those who come from lost planets and stars do they know how sad it can be?

when spiritual sounds bleed from your heart i woke up this morning without a head

i’m a spider imprisoned into a clock

My Garden

my happiness is a light that gets into my room

and separates the objects and dies into a shadow on the wall

my garden is a bathroom where i find my smells

my body is a beast’s one oh please don’t care about me if i’m like you

and i’ll get into an unknown space i will discover a new form

and i will feel like nobody felt before

my happiness is a light that gets into my room

and separates the objects and dies into a shadow on the wall

and i’ll get into an unknown space i will discover a new form

and i will feel like nobody felt before

Strange girl

everybody knows she hides her thoughts out of her madness

and her icy smile means something of obscure and of pale

everybody knows that her maiden night lights up with screams

when she kisses blood that flows out of eyes that she can’t close

Music For Astronauts

Carrin’ To Pie

if i had seen my broken eyes seeking a lost smile trying to be

if i had felt my rented flash losing sensitivity turning into a stone

i would have tried to lie

if i had seen your grave expression painted by my pain my insanity

If I had heard your screaming voice coming from outside I’d have closed the door

i would have tried to lie

Girls Of April

girls of april flowerfields colors are so cruel

nothing could be better in my dreams

they are dancing on the cold floor slowly call my name

nothing seems to be right or insane

oh i wish i was so free to pain a flower on their skin

to fly and smil around ther minds but everyone’s got wishes

and nobody would like to lose

pain of april circles existence hurts me daily

nothing really changes in a moment

girls of april flowerfields anxious dream of freedom

nothing separates myself like that

passion of the young man appetite for happiness

crime of april colors they don’t need my dreams

nothing can come true

Apples In your Eyes

apples in your eyes walking under a green light

the sunflower shines the mystic moon upon a tree

blueberries in your hands the snake is a vision

the knife cuts its head the corner is behind the gates

shelter in your love bring me in your pain i am only disappearing

apples in your eyes sleeping cool near the window naturally blind

the answer is marshmallow tears the answer is marshmallow tears

shelter in your love bring me in your pain

Lemonade And Evergreen

lemonade she is under the bed to hide her little fear

evergreen he is walking alone to hear the noise of his bones

nobody could see him nobody could know

lemonade she is dressed by the moon when she opens the door

evergreen well knows where is the key just to open that door

and now he is insider her and he probably moves

smiling shining sailing they could see their souls

lemonade screams like a little child when she feels his true taste

evergreen take the essence of her brings it on the moon

nobody could see him nobody could know

smiling shining sailing they could see their souls

Dreaming, bleeding a bit

nowhere is called your long look dissolved in sweetish lights

that break the walls of a forest where scarlet trees show figures

that we’ve not ever supposed

behind the knowledge visonaries wait for us and then

a convict river brings to a flat see of lips

and vessels wave and sway on your sleeping breaths

while you floating come to me silent faithful red like a flash

and i touch i meet your warmth wake me up wake me up love

bring me in your ocean in your quite devotion

to sleep under blankets of pleasure and awareness of you

Of Perception

in the breath of dreaming nights you will never lie

of new places to forget that we’ll never go to

and we can cry so long

you won’t hear the deep scream and you’ll begin to talk

about spaces in your eyes in my universe

and we can stop our scene

in the breath of strange quite skies you will never know

that the flowers of your past are flowing on your face

and we can cry try to live

December

bring me on a flowerfield where colors come after your eyes

take out all my memories and paint your skin of green

i am confusedly walking in a december afternoon

the ground resounds over me

visions of a liquid cube room through your window

fishes swimming to the west west is not so far

i’ve been in the corner in a december afternoon

the grond resounds over me

Miriam On the Nile

miriam feels near her eyes the waters of the nile

and floats through an ocean of grass where dreams are desires

looking for your butterlies

she colors a reflex like a knife the sun is touching her skin

she’ll never know why open your mind

and pass behind the door

miriam is waiting for you picturing strawberry taste

she stops the memory in you little fragments of grass are her eyes

miriam feels near her eyes the waters of the nile

maybe she’ll sleep till tomorrow under an orange

looking for young butterlies

oh girl little girl tell me the meaning of all

oh girl little girl i’m ready to go

Roger Talks To The Young Emily

when you talk to me and when you see me something’s going on

a light is turning up in my mind and the room becomes a garden

something’s moving in your hand while you change to be a snake

there’s an airplane on my head there’s an ocean on your skin and you don’t mind

you shine in me a light my room

so you’re thirsty and drink my essence and you make me blind

if you’re changing into a globe i can understand your dream

something’s moving in your mouth while you change to be a globe

there’s an airplane on my head there’s an ocean on your skin and you don’t mind

you shine in me a light my room

The Chameleon

oh where have you been my little nightmare

oh where have you cried for so long

i was walking alone so far from my home

but now in your arms i feel fine

‘cause life was so hard and pain was so strong

but now you’re again in my sad veins

oh please run with me i’m going outside

my room is so big and so cold

oh where did you go now my little angst

ho where have you smiled for so long

i was dieing alone so far from my home

but now in your veins i feel fine

‘cause life is not life and pain is not pain

if you are no more in my sad veins

oh please wave with me i’m going outside

my room is so big and so cold

Takin’ Care Of Me

when i say my mind is floating on a bleeding dream outside of me you don’t hear

when i ask you girl what are you watching in my brain into its pain you don’t care

when the clock is broken on an obscure time the sun is a big black ball in the sky

someday sometimes i will be sane some wish some cry take care of me

Aeroplanes In The Backyard

Aeroplanes

aeroplanes are growing in my backyard

yellow tears are painted on their wings

passengers come from the trees

passengers come from the leaves

aeroplanes are growing in my backyard

areoplanes are taking off my backyard

purple sones are burning in the sun

passengers come from the rain

passengers come from the mud

aeroplanes are taking off my backyard

aeroplanes are growing in my backyard

are showcasing colours in the dust

passengers come from the sand

passengers come from the tide

aeroplanes are growing high

Tomorrow You’ll Be Alone

it’s written on your face it’s spoken in your ears

it’s shown before your eyes but you don’t seem to care

that tomorrow you’ll be alone

miss vanity you walk along your sliding path

your victims are left back and you don’t seem to care

that tomorrow you’ll be alone

time goes by while you keep faking

time goes by while you keep sliding

Children Don’t Mind

children don’t mind birds they don’t mind

trees they don’t mind if fire’s in the sky

mountains don’t mind rivers don’t mind

shadows don’t mind what happens in the sky

as we are sitting on a chair brought into a different world

seems like we don’t really care seems like we don’t really care

we are swallowing a meal but we’re not shedding a tear

is there anyone who sees is there anyone who sees

children don’t know babies don’t know

little girls don’t know what adults think

flowers don’t know seeds they don’t know

the ground doesn’t know what adults do

as we are standing on the floor we are all ready to go

but we don’t know where to stop we just don’t know where

children build a papership for the sea wants to be sailed

we are stuck behind a veil we are stuck behind a veil

children wait for us to tell children wait for us to cry

is there anyone who cares is there anyone who cares

children wait for us to see children wait for us to think

is there anyone who hears is there anyone who hears

Yellow Of Sun

black green yellow red colours dancing in my hands

by the window casting spells for the sun begins to tell

tales of pleasure of the moon of the doors upon the floor

finger close to finger walking on the roof

turning into yellow shoes yellows turn to blues

beautiful people from a beautiful town have no bones have no bones

aphrodite is green like the waters in my dream

a colourful cream comes from my skin yellow of sun

Helen Says

helen says thinking hurts through the doors of the past

and she takes you with her sometimes

and she takes your sweetheart in her mind

helen says you’re the one and the moon and the sun

and she takes you with her sometimes

and she takes your sweetheart in her mind

helen says we are dust take a trip in her lust

and she takes you with her sometimes

and she takes your sweetheart in her mind

My girl Goes Shine

anybody there who saw my girl go shine?

she’s like a ball she’s gonna roll me down

anybody there who saw my girl go shine?

she’s like a flash she’s gonna splash me down

i wanna take her one more time

i wanna love her from behind

i wanna lie between her shoes

and then i wanna feel her blues

anybody there who saw my girl go shine?

she’s like the wind she’s gonna blow me away

Flaming Mirrors

close the circle of your dreams and keep her picture jealously

she’ll bring you down her way again she’ll take you down her path again

going back down to the spring where she loved to be with you

take the essence of her lips take the essence of her face

flaming are the mirrors everything comes easy now

red of blood will run away as she will bring you in her mind

she pronounces words of love but what she means is being apart

flaming are the mirrors everything comes easy now

life is long in her deep eyes life is cold in her blue eyes

take the essence of her tears take the essence of her sound

flaming are the mirrors everything comes easy now

fly away fly in her time

flaming are the mirrors everything comes easy now

Clouds Of Blonde Girls

sudden summers came to us foreign colours filled our eyes

through the course of their youth through the flames of their fire

unknown faces in our rooms scary paintings on the walls

through the streets of our mind through the stones of our hearts

clouds of blonde girls make blonde rain

You Don’t Know

take me to the drugstore fill me with your pain

ask me to belong to you ‘cause you don’t know

how it is when i am on my own

how it feels when you’re not by my side

call me i’m your servant ask me to be what i’m not

fool me  with your lies ‘cause you don’t know

that my life is a lie when you’re not by my side

what a pain it can be when i am on my own

Everyone Has A Spot In The Sunshine

everyone is standing in the sun for the sun loves everyone

everyone is melting in the sun the sun kisses everyone

everyone is playing in the sun the sun plays with everyone

everyone is talking to the sun the sun answers everyone

everyone has a spot in the sunshine

everyone is following the sun the sun’s leading everyone

everyone is raising to the sun for the sun calls everyone

everyone is thinking of the sun the sun catches everyone

everyone is dying in the sun the sun buries everyone

everyone has a spot in the sunshine

The Imaginary Space Travel Of The Naked Monkeys

The Second Sun

this room contains a rainy moon your face is playing a thousand shapes

consumption is the word we miss the second sun is made of tears

our blanket is a window sill where plants are facing summertime

and birds are answering our questions the second sun is made of tears fly

your hand contains a needle that whispers obscure words

we couldn’t be less aware we couldn’t be less concerned

our blanket is a window sill where plants are facing summertime

and birds are answering our questions the second sun is made of tears fly

Drops Of Light

drops of light just felt on uranum

rays through the rain by the side of my youth

no pain can replace certain losses

no planet can cause you relief

and black space knights got lost with their crew

no countdown is waiting for them to come back

no love can help you forget

that light is a luxury you cannot afford

down here every step of your eyes is examined

but nobody can understand what you see

no friend can share certain states of your mind

no spaceship can bring me to you

Rainpogamoonsister

the moon is my sister and rain is my sister

the moon is coming from the floor

and i would like to tell you why

and rain is falling from the stairs

i can’t explain what i’m not meant to understand

Of Green And Of Milk Of Bread And Of Sand

picture yourself sleeping nearby a tree

you wake up and blink at the colours you see

a river is flowing of red and of blue

you speak at the sun the sun speaks back to you

trees have no shadows and things have no names

paperships sailing throughout raising clouds

of green and of milk of bread and of sand

now is going through your hair then is crossing your hands

around there are flowers of incomplete yellow

of unaware purple of sudden full blue

in your eyes there’s no pain

Irene

irene, your mum keeps a secret in her gawn

she only knows about it she only knows about it

irene, your mum ain’t no pleasure to hide it

she only knows about it she only knows about it

don’t ask her ‘cause she won’t tell

don’t ask her ‘cause it hurts so much

it ain’t no fairy tale

The One I Love

the one i see through the windows of my room

ain’t got no face and i variously paint her

i’ve tried to reach her where pleasure is close to pain

she was not there she’s not everywhere

but sometims i felt her warmth so near

that i believed i’d almost touched her skin

i’ve tried to find her wherever i’ve been

she was not there she’s not everywhere

go find her in another world where she could see

the way i feel for her moving in my eyes

does somebody know her colour

the one i love she’ll never know my name she’s a vacuum

go find her in another world where she could see

the way i feel for her moving in my eyes

Revolution In A Miniature

small creatures that live in my natural shelters want to leave this house

how could i forgive them how could i survive if my guts got deserted

brothers and sisters raising their flags about to leave my ears

as they walk out of me turning their back they sing a tuneless song

they smile and they laugh they joke and they cry no citizens are left

no longer my mouth shall speak tales of love ‘cause they won’t breath for me

Purple Needles

little words are rolling in my hands

releasing purple needles in the shade

they fall over the floor it feels like going home

but i’m lonely in this room on a sunday afternoon

and dream about a place that i just can’t forget

have you seen again the grass yet nobody can sleep

or have you seen the scenes the pictures that we made

there’s nothing on my way these words are on my mind

like an obscure wind are elements of flight

Sisters

sisters don’t feed the hate that grows into the gardens

where flowers are blooming horribly warmed up by an insane sun

brothers don’t regret your pain

when you know that the sweat you gave was in vain

pet your sadness ‘cause it’s the true one

pet your hanger ‘cause that’s the true one

hold back your fury until tomorrow

don’t you know there is someone who will use that fury

the same one who’s watering the flowers of your hate

pet your sadness ‘cause it’s the true one

pet your hanger ‘cause that’s the true one

hold back your fury until tomorrow

She Spoke The Sun

when flaming planets rolled between my finger tips

she spoke to me the trees she spoke to me the scarlet leaves

she showed me her pupils that lights too intense to stand

had wounded in the shade

she unleashed the loops of the condemned

she filled the cups with lonely blood

she spoke to me the sun and lost time taught her vanity

shaping her wiggly in her dry bones

painting blues oysters with strawberry flames

i met her once nearby her grove where lights were not permitted

while saying goodbye she tried to smile

it was too soon to play she spoke me the sun

Pleased When You Come

do you feel the same when they enter your veins

when you close your wings when they flow through your cream

do they taste the same do you still smell insane

are your eyes still thin like when you whispered to me

i am pleased when you come i feel pleased when you come

are you still incline to leave nothing behind

are you still the same who was whispering to me

i feel free when you come i feel love when you come

No Love No Pain No Fall From Grace

asteroids and tears of stars dust interstellar lust

elements of pleasure fragments of a world i used to know

and your face takes its shape from the outer space

empty colours make me feel like i’m disgraced

all the time has passed me by concentrates within a tiny seed

i will make it grow releasing every second of my past

raising pictures i’ve been trying to leave behind

i may not feel as good as i thought

feel no pain feel no love no fall from grace

rivers of the second sun carry a whisper and a lonely pain

that is melting in its gentle course of youth

and i am happily lost and abandoned in the dust and the light of the space

The Strange Flowers vs Babyscream

How Long

how long have you been for with a knife in your mouth?

how long have you tried for to push it out?

but the pain you describe does not seem real at all

‘cause you were bleeding but you had a smile right on you face

how long have you waited for a seldom relief?

how long have you prayed for it? how long have you cried?

but the impression i had is that you were committed

to envision your pain, isn’t it strange?

how long you did you feel for that marvelous illness?

who did you forgive? who did you forsake?

and how good was taking me down in your weakness?

how good was to see me when pleasure met pain?

and poor is the supper of those who don’t know

how pure was to love you how pure was to feel you

how pure was loving you how pure was feeling you

Across The River And Through The Trees

Across The River And Through The Trees

across the river and through the trees

she has flown waiving her hair in the wild

and her tears were falling over the waters

painting a picture of sadness and fear

desperate songs she sung in the clouds

a desperate voice was her only trace

oh johanna i’m still dreaming of you

and i’d like to meet you wherever you are

if i only could understand the real way

to brake sadness to destroy fear

but everywhere i’ve been you were not there

and everybody i’ve seen does not compare to you

You’ve Been A Queen

the shiny reflex room i mean i was there pale figures stood right by the window

through which a soft light was sometimes passing impressing my eyes

you’ve been a queen

your bloody shirt moved in the darkness threatening my mind

a little being possessed me making me violent making me violent

you’ve been a queen

i took a figure and i threw it on the wall

its multicoloured pieces painted a blue picture

it was your face  it was your face as i usually recall

Me And The Eggman

Me And The Eggman

there’s a rose on your table something moves in your eyes

orange smiles in the mirror a thin piper is playing

please open the door let me get in you

wake up tell me what are you dreaming

little man i’ve just known you floating down in your lake

and your vessel was rising on evanescing fog

please take me with you everywhere you want

wake me up tell me where i have been

something changes but something can survive

Janet’s Faces

wake up the colors in the garden we are waiting there so long

little janet take away your dresses and cover yourself by flowers

and the colors will be confused show us your faces in the mirrors

and bring us near a river where your tears run run run

and the sun is pale and your skin is white

who lives for you who lives for you little janet

little dream of an afternoon we are looking for you in every corner

and the sun disappears while your tears run run run

and the sun is pale and your skin is white

who lives for you who lives for you little janet