Biography of Fabio Caparelli
Born in Argentina to an English mother and an Argentinian father in a green bungalow, Fabio learnt at a very early age that he would never be able to walk.
Using his pen, he drew himself some legs. He drew himself a smile and then he drew his mother a life that was not impoverished and restricted by an abusive marriage to a man with a handlebar moustache. Of course, these drawings were not real but with them, Fabio found an escape.
As he became older, he began to speak Quechua, Letzeburgesch and English. English was his favourite and with it he began to use his pen of escape some more.
Fabio Caparelli's Works:
None as of yet.
Fabio Caparelli Poems
Bombs Over Bangor
It was not me, who beside the sea, Stumbled upon the shrapnel, The bombs that fell, the flesh that bled, The emptiness that was left instead,
Eyes That Would Shed Tears, Had They Wat...
Vapid, dry and isolated, That's how we leave them. Cold, frozen even, Do you understand why we leave them there?
Along The Corridor, Up The Stairs
Death will not appease it, Yet still we taunt and tease it. Human eyes cannot see it, Yet still we dress to be it.
A Poem Without Real Words
Sa la piata mondujo sperra van casi vastick, Bujo fandarda belisca fa la dinga mastick. Potto gorlitto vantio bantio spodock mon gargoo, Pesti molesti faka faka hoohoo.
Black By Popular Demand
His majesty ignites flames of passion and his silence is a prelude to your death, Blink and you'll, shit what was I saying... Blink, then your last breath. His strength is unmatched by all but a Super Saiyan version of God, He's cunning, deceitful... a right devious sod.
Andrey Arshavin Et Al's Strange Situatio...
Print these words and wave them in the air, Write them down and shake them, I don't care... Poetry in motion is what it will be And a strange devotion is what will be seen.
The Dog Rapist And His Unquenchable Thir...
It does not concern you, the deeds I turn to... Though I maim and burn you, I'm still a human, externally at least. 'That'll learn you', they say, as I churn through the rectum of a beast.
A summer day in a vast expanse of green lying on the ground looking up at the blue, with my wonderful lady who likes to wear red would be where I would like to be when I'm dead.
Quite Hard To Tell
Nas said Hip-hop is dead, But it will always live on inside of my head. I'll lie in bed spittin' lines like 'I'm versatile, my style switches like a faggot', If it was truly dead... then it'd be food for a maggot.
Kings Of Leona Lewis Hamilton Academical
Thrice I died, but four times I clung to Heaven's left shin, 'In! In! ' I said, but they would not let me in. I had no identification and I had no writ of passage... My tongue was dry yet my palms were soggy,
Scream If It's Too Cold For You... Cry I...
The chicken laid an egg one day, She didn't like the color so she gave it away. Immediately regretting her decision, citing lack of vision, She grew some extra wings and began her mission.
Sarcophagus Full Of Sarcoma
If I open this door my heart will walk out, But if I keep it closed it will eventually break it down. I have no reason to keep paying my lungs to breathe, I'll do it myself, I don't need this bladder, I don't need this brain.
If Bullets Be Kisses, Then You Are An Uz...
Oh My Marie, I would set myself on fire to see your laughter, I would dissolve in water to halt your tears, I would put God on trial for attempted murder should you fall and break a nail,
Bombs Over Bangor
It was not me, who beside the sea,
Stumbled upon the shrapnel,
The bombs that fell, the flesh that bled,
The emptiness that was left instead,
Of sand based fun and sea activities,
Makes for a far more interesting walk,
We all love history, don't we?