Sopravvissuta a 'n amore, er più dolce,
sentivo la voglia de sta' un po' da sola.
Tornavo alla vita con il contagocce,
ma appena t'ho visto... nodo alla gola.
Mani possenti, dentro 'e saccocce.
Te sei avvicinato e senza parola,
sguardo che scioglie anche le rocce,
m'hai fatto 'n sorriso... a me, tutta viola!
"Me chiamo Marco" hai detto impacciato.
M'avessero dato un cielo de carta...
le stelle, i tuoi occhi, avrei disegnato.
Me so' sciolta tutta: "Ciao... sono Marta".
De colpo me sento 'no Stato assediato.
Sei tu il mio guerriero, vieni da Sparta.
L'Amore ricama le strade del fato
co' cura e premura, come 'na sarta.
M'hai letto negli occhi... poi m'hai baciato.
M'hai stretto sur collo le tue grosse dita.
Quello che ero l'ho già cancellato...
Disegnami adesso, mia dolce matita.
Parlando me dici che fai pugilato.
Ma tu m'hai già stesa, presa e rapita!
Marco... stupendo l'averti incontrato,
l'amarti un momento o tutta la vita.
Skyscraper - English version.*Note: Sorry for the mistakes.Skyscraper - English version.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"How much do you love me Gee?" I asked my eight-year-old best friend while we were on the swings. He looked at me, pressed his lips together and then he looked up at the sky, that meant he was thinking.
"A lot Frankie, you're my best friend!" He said smiling. I knew he wasn't lying, because he had done a lot of things for me, things that nobody had done for me.
"But.. how much is a lot?"
"A lot is.. a lot!" He laughed. I smiled at the thought of my best friend loving me, not in the way I wanted to but.. at least, he loved me.
"Give me an example of what does 'a lot' mean for you!" I smiled. He started thinking, looking everywhere. "Come on Gee!" I pouted.
"I got it!" He giggled, and then he pointed at the highest skyscraper. "I'd jump of this skyscraper for you"
My jaw dropped and I felt my heart skip a beat. I gave him my widest smile and my tightest hug.
"You are my best friend,and I will always love you. I promise I'll do" I sa
Dogma: a sestinaDogma:Dogma: a sestina7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So we began, as was the world, from air,
So too, in the beginning, was the word.
We met as strangers, as in some ancient idyll,
Caught among an unexpected course:
Lives lighted with those soft, celestial rays
Our eyes, our lips, our tongues a hymn of praise.
And what cannot be thought enough in praise,
Those words oft-said, but spoken with an air
With which the mountains crumble; angels raise
Their voices from the veil, or Holy Word
Echoes from its pages, lauds its course
Unstable though it be, but seldom idle.
Then falling from your grace, my love, my idol
To whom this lonely soul kneels down and prays,
My soul, my heart for which the vessels course:
Vanish; water droplets to the air
Glimmering to the sky without a word
Forever lost among Apollos rays.
Thus night becomes my temple, mine to raise
A sanctuary, my self-serving idyll
Kept hidden from the sun, and every word
Locked safe inside my vault, for who can praise
Or worship great enough to fill the air,
To take the sp
Wish For Another DayThe first ingredientWish For Another Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Being together with you
The second component
Another day together
The third element
Every moment of memory
There's nothing more important
Everything else can stay distant
I only want a holiday with you
Nothing else will do
A perfect recipe
Containing you and me
Naught could make a holiday better
Than another day together
Days may be numbered
But memories cannot be altered
So as long as we are gathered
These simple wishes will be answered
if teen dreams were teen novelsthere was once a boy who had all the write words to sayif teen dreams were teen novels3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all those fancy allegories, metaphors and similes
and antonyms of synonyms, like rails and snares and storms
and organs and trains and drums and hurricanes and
and she was only a girl with plain words, the kinds of things
that are only found in piles of papers and pens, books
she keeps where she sleeps,
that will only break when he leaves in the morning,
but she shares everything, like a boat shares a bard,
like a cigarette shares a lung, like a mouth shares other mouths,
like an artist shares her heart.
but there is a running in her heart:
not that type of beat she got when she was a little girl
and her favorite boy gives her a kiss on the cheek, but like when
he first shared his words with hers,
the kind of thing she gets only with naked skin,
and not like that kind of naked skin, naked, but before that
when she looks up and his eyes shine in that kind of way she thinks
might've happened when shakespeare was a teena
Stripper Chapter 1BillStripper Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bill flew up in a sitting position when the alarm went on, just like every other mornings. Even though it had gone 3 years he coulden't get over the shock everytime that annoying noise came on. He quikly hit the alarm and his blick was over at the door. His heart beated too hard and fast. It felt like the whole building will hear. Bill swallowd hard still with his hand on the alarm clock. He just waited for his mother to hear and come and stop him. He had someway maneged to lie to his mother, that he worked in a café in Berlin and went up six in the morning to not miss the bus from Hamburg. Bill let out a sigh when he removed his shaking hand from the alarm clock.
The first thing that hit him was how cold it was in his room. Now more because he was swetting from nervousness. It was always cold in here. The power coulden't cost more then they could afford. He would never complain. Never.
Bill threw his legs over the edge of the bed and thanked for the carpet on the floor so he
DangerousI thought that maybe if I could push you far enough away,Dangerous3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I could have saved you from me,
& Maybe it wouldn't have ended like it did,
With broken hearts and broken bottles laying at our feet.
I thought that maybe if I could get you to hate me,
Maybe then, I could save you.
I thought that maybe if you didn't love me anymore,
Things would get better for you.
I never thought I'd miss you this much,
I never thought that I'd hurt you this much,
& I never thought that this would hurt me, too.
I never thought it would hurt this much,
But I have to do what I have to do,
And that means, baby, I can't have you.
I'm dangerous, baby.
Don't get too close,
I might run away if you even try to touch me.
& Darling, don't get attached,
'Cause if we got close,
I'd disappoint you,
Write. Write. Freak.A person sits in a roomWrite. Write. Freak.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The room is dark
The only light source is the computer screen.
The only thing the person is moving is her hands
She keeps her hands on the keyboard
Her eyes are glued to the screen.
The writer is not lonely
She has friends in her stories
In her poems.
Although she's tired
She still writes
Because that's what she likes.
So don't disturb a person
Who's writing or looks like she/he just got an idea
It could end out with fatal causes.
I LearnedHoney, whatd you learn in school today?I Learned7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I learned that the world is cruel. I learned that people will try to take your dreams. They will try to rip them into tiny little shreds and then burn them; burn them until theyre only ashes and theres no proof they existed. Theres only the memory, and youll start wondering if the memory was only a dream.
I learned that they do this because someone did this to them; because theyll feel better if they drag you down into a pit of hell with them. It makes them feel like theyve won. Ive learned that sometimes, youll be just like them. Sometimes, youll rip someone elses dreams just to win.
I learned losing a dream feels like someone electrocuted your nerves; I learned that electrocuted nerves hurt like hell. I learned that sometimes you have to cry; theres no other choice and you have no control over it and you dont like it at all, no, you dont.
TH: Down on youAt the Kaulitz residence:TH: Down on you5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oh of course sweetie I'll be there in a minute, no I've got nothing better to do bla bla bla!"
Bill aped the reply his twin brother gave his new girlfriend on the phone some minutes before.
The raven huffed.
Typically, as soon as his new little supersexy bimbo bitch calles, Tom pretends to not know Bill anymore.
Twinbrother? Me? Ha never heard about him.
Angrily, he hugged the pillow a little bit too tight, the poor thing nearly poped. Infront of him rested the two coke bottles, Tom's already open. It should be a perfect twin day. No reharsing, no interviews, no nothings, Geo and Gus went to do their own stuff and Tom catched totally on on the idea to spend a nice afternoon with watching movies and eating popcorn.
Should be perfect ..in fact it was perfect untill Tom got that damn phonecall, that Miley was obviously bored and wanted to spent time with her new popular boyfriend.
'And there the hormone controlled moron goes', Bill thought
Jesus death was not a sacrificeJesus death was not a sacrifice.Jesus death was not a sacrifice3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
That's what some people say nowadays to invalidate Jesus death.
God is a God of order. He reigns with righteousness (Psalm 5:8, Isaiah 33:5) and He has a law (John 14:15, Psalm 119:33-35).
When a human law is broken there is a "payment" to make, either by going to jail, doing community service etc. When God's law is broken there's also a "payment" to make. It is the just thing to do.
'...sin is the transgression of the law' (1 John 3:4) and 'the wages of sin is death' (Romans 6:23). When Adam and Eve broke God's Holy Law (Romans 7:12), they sinned, condemning themselves and their generations to die.
Couldn't God make it so they wouldn't have to die? Why are the wages of sin death?
The problem here is not God. The problem is sin. When they sinned they stopped being perfect1 and imperfect people can't have perfect babies, that's why we all have (inherit2) sinful natures.
Perfect + sinless = ete
Love LetterDear You,Love Letter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm pretty sure you've heard this before, but I love you. Your smile is adorable. You make me laugh when you don't even try. I love seeing you-it makes my day. I know people have told you how I feel before many, many, many times. I can't help but wonder what all of those comments make you think. I'm hoping you think I'm sweet, nice, caring. Not what others have said-creepy, freaky, disgusting. I try my hardest to impress you. I can't help but wonder what kind of impression I'm leaving on you. Is it good? Bad? Am I leaving any impression at all? Do you notice me? Am I ignored? Do you like me? Am I your friend? Do you love me? Question after question floats around in my mind. Wondering if my attempts are working. I try to make you smile like you do for me. I gave you my heart, and so far, you're keeping it safe and unbroken, repairing it when it's needed. You do a very good job of keeping it protected. I'm hoping that one day, maybe, someday, I'll be doing the same for you
Brier-RoseBrier-Rose3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I thought that you would....awake from that corrupt sleep
And wait for me; alas, but you died in a dream
A year of sleep turned into two, three, twenty, a thousand.
A young Princeling named Gerard was brought up on the lore of beautiful Princesses, wizards, dragons, and elves. But it would be an insult to call them myths for these creatures of magic were real.
The young Prince was shown every magical creature possible by his Oma, who was a witch. She saw the creativity that flowed from his fingertips when he drew or wrote, and in the way he sang. She saw how much he enjoyed the stories, how he would constantly ask to hear more and have others repeated, and so she decided it would be good to show him these magical creatures.
The King and Queen, Gerard's parents, had been horrified upon Oma suggesting this, but could not deny Oma's clever argument that it would do Gerard good. A king needed to know and understand his subjects to better reign over them, and also be able to k
Dixie RedNoon. It is so hot, even the roads do not want to go anywhere. The sun dominates the sky and drives everything and everyone to stay under cover. The clouds abandoned the sky sometime last night, and still do not face the sun. The hum of cicadas rubs at the air, but it is a weary sound, for the heat seems to soak into everything, even the mating dreams of insects.Dixie Red4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dixie Red sits on the back porch of her great-grandmother's house and smokes an illicit Marlboro. With the air so hot, it seems as though she can thrust a cigarette out through a hole in the screen to ignite it. But, no, she still needs to use the heavy, olive drab Ronson that she discovered in the attic, one year, amongst the trunk-bound possessions of an uncle who died in World War II.
Her great-grandmother, the old woman known to all as "Maybe," sleeps in the room she still insists is the parlor, beneath the slow rotations of a ceiling fan. She will sleep away the afternoon, to rise with the moon at eight or nine. She will
white heartmusic never stopped. people moved in a frenzy around me, like their lives depended on it. they sang and danced, lights shining down on them. I sat alone at the bar, tracing the line of the clear liquid in my glass with my finger. i was hoping that the line would move up and not down, but it didn't. it stayed were it was, right in the middle of the glass. I was sitting with my elbows on the counter, my back resting on the edge of the counter and my legs crossed. I was sitting on a tall chair, just looking at the people around dancing under the blue and white lights. They were mostly young, but none under the legal age. I knew it for sure for this was a strict night club. I shifted my legs and rubbed the length of my left calf against my right knee, trying not to show too much skin. I was wearing black shorts, fish nets and my favorite high heel boots. I also had chosen a green loose top, with the front dropping loosely down on my chest.white heart5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The man standing in front of me seemed
FF:Phone Calls full of LoveChapter 1FF:Phone Calls full of Love6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The phone was ringing again, making this annoying noise. It can really get on someone's
nerves. Especially when that someone is not in a mood to pick it up. Someone like Tom; the dread-headed boy who was lying on his bed with a tired look on his face. The phone stopped ringing, but Tom knew it was going to ring again. Like everyday since last month, at this specific time. The boy looked at the clock: nine o'clock.
The phone rang again. Tom knew that if he wouldn't pick it up now, it would ring 'till he would answer it. He sighed and took the phone in his soft hands. There wasn't a number on the screen....like always. He pressed the green button.
Hello.... he said weakly. And then, a song answered instead of a human's voice. A love song. A beautiful, pure love song. Just like yesterday....and the previous day...just like all the time....Tom waited in silence, listening to the song. 'Cause you know...you know...you know...I love you...I loved you all that long
Please Define Normal For MeThe teacher standsPlease Define Normal For Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before the class,
a ruler in one hand.
She taps the board
and pulls out a marker,
writing in black ink
define normal for me."
Not a sound.
Not a peep.
All the students do is stare,
glassy eyed and hardly there.
Once again she taps the board.
Class is still in session."
blink their eyes.
They look again at the board.
She writes her question down.
"Please define 'normal' for me."
No one dares to raise a hand,
but at least they are awake.
The timid girl, who sits in the back,
her hair dyed brightly purple and green,
barely dares to raise a hand.
"Ma'am, do you mean,
from the dictionary?"
The teachers smiles,
looks at the class.
"No, I don't,
I mean to ask,
what does normal
in terms of people's tastes.
What is a normal person,
It's plain to see,
in the faces of the "popular"
what they'd like to say.
But no one wants to offend
this amazing teacher,
Premium Member 'til Hell freezes overWhat's this?Premium Member 'til Hell freezes over4 years ago in Art Features More Like This
I've seen this question countless times now. And I decided to answer it
Premium 'til Hell freezes over......
Basically it means that the owner of the account (deviant) has the perks of being a Premium Member until forever, but that is only for Volunteers and Staff Members.
Since recently, deviantART made it possible that you can buy the status for yourself, and it lasts for 7 years.
So who receives it?
Staff Members , Volunteers (and those who bought the status! )
For Staff and Volunteers, after their term is over or they step down from their positions, they become Senior Members. Their 'til Hell Freezes over Premium Membership doesn't go away.
Becasue they work and worked really hard for the Community and deviantART.
And don't you think that this is a really nic
road to nowhere - p01She could hear the thumping of her feet on the dirt road. It was somewhat soothing to hear only her own footsteps, it reminded her that she was all alone. A car would pass her by every now and then. Every time she saw the light of a car getting closer she bent her head forward, hiding under the dark hood of her light dark hoodie and her hands unconsciously turned into fists. As the car zoomed out into the darkness, she sighed in relief. There was only the danger of being hit by a car, which had not seen her in the darkness so she kept away from the edge of the highway. So far, she had been lucky; no car had either stopped to bother her or ran her over. She slowed down her pace and looked back. As far as she could see, it was just darkness and the road that looked like it had no beginning. She looked forward and made her tired feet move in that direction. She had been walking for hours and her feet hurt, but she knew that she had to go on. Where to? She still did not know. She just knewroad to nowhere - p014 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Flowers and RainA city full of flowers. A city full of rain.Flowers and Rain2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I watch over it through the gap in the crumbling brickwork. There's a little girl wandering in the street below. God knows how she got there. I can't see properly through the scope of my rifle, but it looks like she's crying.
When I see her face I remember something I haven't remembered for years. I was her age when the evacuations happened. At least they started as evacuations. The word implies that everyone was following a plan, but it was just mass panic within a few hours. Still, we call those days the evacuations, because that was the word they gave us. That's the word my parents used.
I remember I held my mother's hand all the way through the crowds. I remember the way I slipped out of her grasp on a bridge full of violent people. I remember being jostled and crushed by the rabble as I searched for them. I remember the taste of my tears.
I brush my hair away from my eyes and watch her through my sights as she picks her way up the road.
DrogaDroga4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Te odio más que nada, odio todo lo que amé un día de ti, odio tus virtudes, odio tu sonrisa, odio el brillo de tus ojos color miel, odio el rubor de tus mejillas, odio las formas que hacen tus cabellos al viento
Dame un respiro, todo me recuerda a ti. Hasta el viento me trae tu aroma
Tu dulce aroma.
Ahora maldigo el día en que te conocí, maldigo el día en que tu sonrisa me cautivó, maldigo todo de ti, pero sin embargo no puedo dejarlo atrás.
Estoy enganchada a ti como un drogadicto a la droga, ¡Joder!
Me has dado lo mejor en mi vida, pero también lo peor. Contigo me he sentido llena, feliz, pero también vacía e insignificante.
Y ahora solo puedo odiarte, porque ya no tengo capacidad para amarte.
Tu amor ha convertido mi vida en un puto infierno.
No puedo vivir sin ti, pero tampoco contigo, preferiría morir antes que hacer cualquiera de las dos co
Tale's PassingAlex put her hands in her pants pockets, leaned against the wall, and watched people do a somber shuffle into the room. Some sat at the benches near the room's front where lay the casket surrounded by pictures of her father, and others stood in uneasy social clusters, wanting, perhaps, to make regular conversations but sensing the casual attitude inappropriate. The clock above her chimed the hour's half mark and there were already seventy people crowded into the little room. As Alex looked around, she realized she knew only Dale, Brian, and Brian's wife Elaine; it was they who worked most closely with her father. That so many other people would attend surprised her; she hadn't been as aware of her father's affluence as she thought.Tale's Passing4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dim lighting, feel-happy piano music in the speakers, dull colored carpeting - I mean, really, what is that? Mahogany? And a whole miniature world of strangers and sad people gathered to light candles in a room already too hot and stuffy. Picture perfect pr
Summer's BreezeSweet smellSummer's Breeze5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of summer's fruit.
Against the blazing sun.
Your soft lips
Grazing my ear.
And warms me up.
"I love you."
I laugh and
Push you away.
I sprint along the golden
You chase after
You say you'll catch me,
Your arms grab me
You pull me in
And hold me tight.
We stand still
A part of the fields.
The wheats tickle my
Tickle my heart.
Together for the summer.