Stefano Francavilla Poems

Quando il sole sara´finalmente
alto sopra la testa,
ed ogni muro di questo
maledetto labirinto tutt´intorno
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Just when every single step
seemed to be faded away
in a dizzy state of mind,
there you are,
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A beat knockin,
loaded with fury as dope,
for your sweet notes now playing..
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Tequila is a clean flame that clambers up the walls
and shoots over tiled roofs, relief to despair.
Tequila isn’t for sailors
because it blurs the navigational instruments
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Eyes wide open,
movement seems to be
unknow to everything,
in a surreal atmosphere;
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To all of you
who tired are,
waiting, impatienly,
for a weekend to come,
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Il freddo che taglia la pelle,
mentre sballottato da una citta´
piu´grande di te cammini,
per le strade brillanti dalle mille luci,
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Mmmh...
the scent your body give as a gift,
the touch by your tiny hand,
the melody your voice can create,
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Carefully she turned over,
looked at me straight,
the way she only does,
thrills at this point over me,
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