I'm not so good in English to write lines in that language. But I find very 'usefull' English because it is easier for singing than Italian; I mean, usually words are shorter and with more vowels.
Some poems I found here has been played as a song. So if I voted or add your poems to my 'gold' list, probably there is a little song now floating behind your rhymes...
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Filippo Stella Poems
ti pensa, ma non ti ama ti coglie, ma non ti sceglie ride, mentre ti uccide
As a burgers shooting cannon In a mouse click. Who will eat all this passion In an eye blick?
I am on my chair Watching boring football match Drinking not cold beer
You are my raw diamond that none can carve You are my jewel that none can buy
I Want To Die Comfortable
Not to flee from my neighbor`s dog Or from my wife's flying pot Just to die and stop
The wedding guest
To your wedding I will come As a gentle, polite man. With the rain, or the Sun
The United States of Gunners
Hundred of children Thousand of innocent Hundred thousand of Red Skin Millions of soldiers:
It is not
It is not her, But what I think She were.
Catching The dream before it's gone Thinking About one better word
l ' Incontro
Ho incrociato la morte occhi dolci e sospetti. Ha teso le mani aperte ma ormai era tardi.
Comments about Filippo Stella
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
ti pensa, ma non ti ama
ti coglie, ma non ti sceglie
ride, mentre ti uccide
A. B. thinks about u
but she does not love u
she takes u
but she does not choose u
while she kills u)