Category: Months in the City


i am a master of contradiction
ready to jolt any time
but craving a kiss
of a man without cause.

i love those around me
as i love myself
which i learned
it took learning.

on a day like this
my soul dances
with the soul of the sun
with that of the baby that cries.

coming from italy
the reds are redder
the blues bluer
and life always a hoot.

give me a smile
or i’ll steal it from you
and leave you with more
where that came from.

let’s go out for the weekend
let’s worship the light
let’s bristle with passion
come back to the kiss.

i see you smiling
when you see me smiling
love needs no more.


sitting on a starry night
high above my windows
watching all those stars
quietly go round.

now how often did i sit on the hill
on the green or grassy buena vista
looking up the tired and trite signs
of centuries of yore.

beam me up, antares!
my guiding light of dusk
and wrestle with my loved one
for the privilege of blood.

beat me up, polaris!
you fixest of the suns
and cure me from my gaze
straight into his eyes.

and yet, remembered is the order
the lines so well redrawn
the meaning once so certain
is quickly now withdrawn

did i see his smile shining
painted by arcturus?
did i see his hands running
on my chest, or vega?

little by little
the lonely stars
fancy being my lover
at least a portrait.

who needs the hunter
when i am no more prey;
who needs the scorpion
when i was yet stung;
who needs the lyre
when love was sung
a million times before?

who wants the eagle
if my thoughts can fly;
who wants the twins
where two is one;
who wants the river
when all is gone
that flowed one night before?

little by little
the glorious stars
dance along together
a hundred brand new signs.

and while i smile
the whirling balls of fire
hum along about
coordinates of love


oh, how i love this wondrous city,
atlantis on the rocks;
one third is ocean spray,
uncommon sense another,
the rest, the hottest fruits.

look, how it hurt to live its winter season,
the aches, the pains, the treasons and betrayals;
and yet, awake, gone are those worries;
would i drown in the sea of sun
that cascades through the window.

that little twig seemed dead ten days ago
robbed by the chill of any little life
it might have thought it might have had
lonely, bitter, dry, unhappy
that’s what it seemed to me.

look at it now! that little twig is a giant at bloom, the rite of spring,
full of blossoms, of fragrance, of color
of life, of being, of lust and of passion
just like a picture of me!

i open the window, i think i might fly
so light is my heart in the heat of the light
i open the window, i think i might howl
so powerful sense i the new in the sky

peace i needed
peace i got

and now, the sunshine burns my skin,
and smells like a new life
my body aches for motion.


1. the main purpose of life is the achievement of happiness.
1.1 it takes two to be happy.
1.2 happy is made of smiles, of laughs, of play, of fun;
1.2.1 of tender kisses under the november moon and sweaty nights under the august sun;
1.2.2 of frosty fingers under cuddly winter blankets and of hunting butterflies in the skies of spring.
1.3 there is no such thing as a sad day.
1.3.1 the sad moments are when love and friendship grow;
1.3.2 the sudden burst of tears is as important as the sudden bout with laughter
2. i am myself.
2.1 grew up in europe, between castles and design furniture.
2.1.1 rome is the most wondersome city.
2.2 know a lot of things i cannot use, and still seek those i need.
2.3 intelligence and wit and humor and creativity.
2.3.1 i cannot live without sharing the things we have learned; without learning.
2.4 experiencing, moving, seeking, desiring.
2.4.1 i cannot live without doing – be it riding my bike, hiking up the mountains, traveling to distant places or what you have.
2.5 i am and i am not.
2.5.1 the day you think you have figured me out, i am all different again. this is true for everything except for the continuity of my affection and love it is true for sex, too.
2.6 will you like me?
2.6.1 italian looks, athletic build, quite hairy and masculine. you choose.
3. are you the sun or the moon or the stars in the sky?
3.1 to me, you will be all.
3.1.1 no matter what role you will have in my life, no matter what role i will have in yours.
3.2 be all to yourself.
3.2.1 there should be no thing you wouldn’t want to explore.
3.2.2 i want to be able to do everything with you.
3.3 demand much; give much.
3.3.1 don’t forget life is short.
3.3.2 don’t forget life is short.
3.4 how will you look like?
3.4.1 do i really have no fetish?
3.4.2 whatever you look like, i will find you attractive if your heart is open. as long as you can chase me around the hills of Tuscany on your bike, that is…
4. a day together is a day of joy.
4.1 waking up and listening to the silent presence of my man next to me makes me shudder with joy.
4.2 feeling his skin under my fingers sends thunderbolts through my spine.
4.3 throwing bread crumbs over the table and not worrying about the coffee spills;
4.3.1 there is no life without spills.
4.4 the beach, the bike ride, the trip to the hot spring.
4.5 visiting home, visiting friends, finding new friends together.
4.6 working for a living.
4.7 love is marvelous, friendship irreplaceable.
4.7.1 the blinking light of the answering machine can be joy.
4.7.2 there are lots of things you can do in an elevator that is stuck; we shouldn’t think of sitting on the floor and wait.
5. i am a fool.
5.1 worse, i am a romantic fool.
5.2 and i love it.