Venus,
poignant evening star,
begins to exalt its splendor.
My daydreams,
meanwhile,
more and more resemble
withered violets.
November is misty
and in my thoughts, it etches
tortuous rivulets of sadness.
I have the impression
that I can no longer ask anything
from life.
In the good,
in the bad,
it has given me everything.
Tonight, I see my image
projected into the sky
like the hologram of an argonaut
in search of an indecipherable
golden fleece.
I have the feeling
that I have already run out of all the stops
on this alien planet.
It envelops me the torment of Golgotha,
of the holocaust,
for my sins.
Cosmic anxiety pervades me,
and to you, I ask,
Jesus,
how did you endure?
An icy mistral
has surrounded the soul.
I wish I had you here
to rekindle the flames.
How I miss
your smiles,
your caresses.
An eternal fire,
that lasting, I believed.
The afflatus of Venus,
so romantic,
has triggered in the heart
the melancholy
that stood silent.
A faint cry
is making its way from the eyes
like a rorid drop in April
and is lost,
among the evanescent penumbras
of ethereal dreaminess.
Every moment that passes,
I challenge the desert of the day
that has just passed,
and I attempt to recreate a homeostasis
with my mystical universe.
Only in the heath of torment
I can trace
the reflection of my image.
As Agiad Leonidas,
in the boiling Thermopylae,
facing an overwhelming enemy,
I await the apotheosis
of the sublime clash.
Venus,
from its glowing
nocturnal throne,
traps me
in the mistletoe of memories.
In a little while, the dawn will be,
and I invoke your name,
with serene dignity.
Thy face is a swirling,
fragrant billow,
that etches,
intoxicating,
the azure plains of heaven.
Uselessly,
I toil to centrifuge the inlay
of this melancholy,
which is,
tonight,
the only certainty.
Its tenderness
bittersweet,
cloaks the heart,
which again shudders
in desire
delirious,
in the torment
suave of you.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Mauro Montacchiesi.
Published on e-Stories.org on 06/09/2013.
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