Reloaded – Martina who knows where …

Martina who knows where 
she always taken  below the world hanging around her;
and laughter with tears in his eyes,
and who forgets the most?

And its myths scattered on the agenda, 
and among his myths,
too,
his friend favorite poet;
useless  …  but as myth,
  only now  like a traveler lost  to ricercar “if” and “maybe”,
and in her mind,
  I see her beautiful face and her smile.

Then life does everything by itself,  and mixes the plastic stars,  who do not see ever since Centocelle.

You talking to the cat with his drawings,  she always head and shoulders above the idiots,  she with her “Tesò”, with its “tranqui”.

Same everywhere now just fine  I wish them always and with anyone,
that she was not anyone  at least for me,
  always “Number One”,
  thanks Marty !! Marco Vasselli Martina Cioccio © 2013

Reloaded – Annina .

The smile of coffee in the morning,
expressions of your distant country,
the good times or bad to tell.

You are laughter outside the bar,  a cigarette and chatting,  you are thousand and more emotions, 
as brisk air and red sun.

You’re the one that I want with me always,
for that I thank you because you are!

Marco Vasselli  to Anna

The bartender with the most beautiful smile of Torpignattara

     © 2012  All rights reserved

Reloaded – To a life from here .

To a life from here,
perhaps 2008  perhaps before,  we stood
me, Laura and Martina  to dabble in a thousand conversations, 
small things,  laughter and music,  photography and poetry.

To a life from here,  but perhaps not for a life,  shine  will shine again in me those two stars.

Four blue eyes  they sent me that changed the world,  open mentality towards the future.

Wherever
  I hope their good  and beyond the  the distances  misunderstandings and more
  I hope that one day we will return friends.

For a life to them,
I just hope they’re smiling  because life is short and goes Smiled !!

Marco Vasselli © 2014 A Martina Cioccio and Laura Mecozzi

Goddes Poetry .

It happens that
melancholy dominates, 
worn.
  Paste thoughts  the happy memory of what you were.

It happens that  stress wears down,
  chaos afflicting  and you seem to never ever come to the end.

Happens
… Yes, but …
  Enchanted comes the Goddess Poetry 
…  and here
  dissolves the ugly inside !!

Marco Vasselli © 2014

… and yet …

I do that with you  I
already saw into infinity
  …
  and yet
I have not even started !
…
Sob !!
…

Marco Vasselli   © 2014

If they told me …

If they told me that life is bad,
I answer:
“You do not know she ,
and She is Life ”

Marco Vasselli © 2014

Thought of the night

If you are good with the donkeys, you take kicks.

Distratta 2014

They go …

They go  … 
the clouds of Autumn
  from the courtyards of the sky of Rome,
  political parties, sweethearts,  the profs
… … …

They go  … 
good people,  the bad times,  a lot of money  …

Summer  the calm sea  the storms.

They go  …
  like clouds on a blue pastel, 
or swallows after winters spent elsewhere  and  at the same time  we are in  as the light of the sun to warm up the steps
… … …

Marco Vasselli © 2014

Night .

Night  dots between yesterday and today,
quiet  calm wind  moon cold and callous that is there.
Moon  I have not turned their eyes more,
not a word  and yet I know  you’re still there  to illuminate  the path of those who  is lost at night in the night  and still wanders between Centocelle and the world.

Night  your jacket in black  you dress up all the houses  and on roads where it is now quiet.

This suburb  assumes magical scents  between a deli and tranvetto  that  still waiting for forty minutes,  along with the new day will start again …

Marco Vasselli © 2014

Beyond the Moon

Beyond the Moon
there is a coldness,
the void of absence,

the siege of melancholy.
beyond the moon
weightlessness
and lightness of head, with thoughts.
 
Beyond the Moon
There is no ‘today
there yesterday
is only
constant coming and going
days gone
…
beyond the Moon

Marco Vasselli © 2009 – 2014
To Laura Mecozzi

Light

In the light of the moment 
lies the secret of serenity. 

Marco Vasselli © 2014

Night …

 

Night
the silence
the dark  …
might sleep
thoughts
thoughts
…
and yet I did not realize
that
you are beautiful,
my life!

Marco Vasselli © 2014

Never forgotten she

Someone asks to me:
“Have you ever forgotten she?”

I answer:  “My friend  … 
You  Never just forget to breathe?”

Marco Vasselli © 2014

I have seen ….

I have seen  friends leave  love back  dawns  sunsets  and moons  and alone.

I have seen wars  and peaces  and real dreams  so that you can touch.
Falling walls and empires  ideals of schemes  instill become the first and the last. I saw Gillian  other side of life  wherever you may know  that maybe one day we will meet.

I saw reflections of me  and bougainvilleas and butterflies,  and painting the dreams of others argued that,  just as these others were rubbing.

Already taken my sister  from their ego silly prima donnas,  while the prima donnas  those true and important.  disarmingly simple.

My sister  of a wire suspended over the rainbow  …  I think that you smile at me  and gives me strength  …  Also this morning  I open the door and go!

Marco Vasselli © 2014
In memory of Gillian Grant .

Afterhours

The drum start,  and than the guitar,
  far and presents those moments
you
with the Canon
  and your eyes  aquamarine  instill never forgotten

Marco Vasselli  Laura Mecozzi.  2013  All rights are reserved.

Fotoracconto – Autoritratti # 1

Marco Vasselli © 2014

Fotoracconto – Autumn in Rome ( or Eternity )

Autumn in Rome
is a special « Ciao » ,
that
to the millenary streets ,
tought a milion of autumns
arrive
day after day
until everyone
…

Photo and poem :

Marco Vasselli

To my lovable city

©  2014

Down disheveled

Dawn disheveled,

disheveled by the wind calm

as the dawn brings poetry

Marco Vasselli © 2012 All rights reserved

FotoRacconto – She is arriving !!

She is arriving !!, a photo by Marco Vasselli – Viaggiatore sulla coda del sogno on Flickr.

She is arriving , and will be again the start,
like the time that never end ,
couse she is my life , my reason ,
my soul and my heart .

She is arriving ,
but it is like she never goes away ,

Marco Vasselli to Cristina L.

2012

© All rights reserved

Between the heart and pen

I miss you when the night falls and I’m waiting I miss you when you smoke the cigarette butts and do the coffee

I miss the laughter and questions

and sweetness, and our interpretarci.

Located in the mind just a little ‘

between heart and pen

Yesterday and nostalgia

as of a time to come back.

But fortunately the time you know

time and there’s still tons

to live the lives ever lived

Smile at the gates of summer

as a greeting of sea gulls

Loving every moment in your heart

take a flight to start and never finish

Grief or despair

Only for you my pearl, my Stellina

And discover that it is no longer as before

if you are there to make me better.

© Vasselli MARCO – 2010

FOR  Ðιکtratta

All Rights reserved

Photo : Distratta and Marco Vasselli 

 

 

Defend your Idea

DEFEND YOUR IDEACONSIDER WHETHER THE
RIGHT,

DEFEND YOUR IDEA

YOU KNOW WHO ‘AND THAT ENOUGH.

FURY OF A FALL

IF YOU KNOW to get up,

DEFEND YOUR IDEA

AND WHAT YOU HAVE LOST

KNOW win you back.

PEOPLE DO NOT
KNOWS

MOST
AT LEAST

AND THAT ‘HOW THOSE snakes

Spitting POISON.

YOU SAY to surrender

TO LET ALL lose

MOST DO NOT KNOW ‘WHERE hang

YOU HAVE DESTROYED.

GO AHEAD AND WALK

DO NOT treat yourself THEM

TO EVERYONE THAT IMMEZZO

THERE ‘ABOUT YOU JUST LEAVE.

BUT WHO ALSO UNDERSTAND

AND THAT ‘JOINT THAT TIME,

MAKES ‘THAT YOUR WINGS

THE WIND IN hatch.

AND ‘YOU ABOUT YOUR HELP

MAKES YOU COME TO GALL

ON TOP OF A MOUNTAIN

MORE FROM THE ‘REMOTE.

AND ‘YOU ABOUT YOUR APPRECIATION

THAT IT HAS BONDED

WHEN EVERY HEAVINESS

YOU HAVE ALREADY ‘CRUSHED.

DEFEND YOUR IDEA

CONSIDER WHETHER THE
rIGHT,

AND THAT ‘TRUE FRIENDSHIP

And ‘ONLY AND THAT ENOUGH.

THE recognize

AN ACT, A GESTURE, A FACE

THAT INCLUDES YOU ALWAYS

THAT ALWAYS GIVES YOU LISTENING.

Marco Vasselli

2006

© All Rights reserved

Distant and alone

There are so ..
distant and alone,
and the hours are
that huge ball of air.
We seek the same, as true friends ..
we here ‘and just far
just as we did
on the roads of yesterday ..

Marco Vasselli

  March 2006

© All rights reserved

Leaves in the wind

My thoughts fall

like autumn leaves,

and if the wind takes them away …

Where I do not know ‘and I do not know knowledge,

but every day that comes

is ‘a moment of love …

Marco Vasselli

 March 2006

 © All rights reserved

Dammi le tue mani ancora–Give me your hands again

Dammi le mani ancora

sai di mare

e le tue noie ed i tuoi giorni assurdi

ne farò luce e coriandoli

e festa ovunque passi

e dietro i passi tuoi

al passo di un ramingo tango altrove

disegneremo incanto e canto te

che della vita mia hai fatto fiaba

e la racconterò con mille strofe

come che mille fossero colori

per colorarti l’anima distratta.

Marco Vasselli – 2011 – Per Ðιکtratta

© Tutti i diritti sono riservati

————————————————————————————————-

Give me your hands again

know the sea

and your troubles and your days absurd
I

will light and happyness

and holiday walk everywhere

and behind your steps

the step of a wanderer tango elsewhere

will design and hand you spell

that you made ​​my life story

and tell a thousand verses

as they were a thousand colors

to stain the soul distracted.

Marco Vasselli – 2011 – For Ðι ک tratta
© All rights reserved

—————————————————————————————————–

I Just want go far

 

 

I just want to go,

far from the impression of being
wrong.I just go with the taste of rain fall on the
face

and the Sun of those summers as a
child.

 

I want to just go away

where poetry led me.

Sometimes just the impression of being in places
to meet people.

I just want to go

for this low esteem I have for me

for my being crude and direct, for all things
unsaid and not made, almost to offer them is a flaw.

 

I just want to go

from this evil Soul deentro

where I ricaccio or mi resprouts God.

I just want to go

where I do not know and do not know know

where we understand sooner or later

I and this world that I have never
understood.

 

© Marco Vasselli – 2011 – All Rights Reserved

Gillian

Gillian :

kiss by the wind
became red with embarrassment
only the sound of his voice
calls
the other side of Europe,
the other side of the heart.

And England, not far
pen between the heart and laughter of a friend.

And when I think it’s over
check me smile poet
and her dancer
that gave my life to art that
like a butterfly on the cover of
rests on a flower and remains among the eyelashes .

Sit down here now my friend
rests and is as if time is nothing and nothing is everything
between beauty and ugliness that we smile
when can you have
for us this art such as water that is drunk
for the sake of beauty
but also to say things that do not go

We love and passion for art
and thanks for being a flower with a zillion colors planted in my heart

Poetry Marco Vasselli
Photo Gillian Grant
© 2011 – All rights reserved

Gillian :

bacio dal vento

rosso divento dall’imbarazzo

soltanto al suono della sua voce

telefonate

dall’altra parte d’Europa,

dall’altra parte del cuore.

E l’Inghilterra poco distante

tra cuore penna e risa d’un’amica.

E quando credo sia finita

spunta il sorriso di me poeta

e lei la ballerina

che diede vita all’arte quella mia

come farfalla su d’una copertina

posa su un fiore e resta tra le ciglia.

Siediti qui adesso amica mia

riposa e resta come se il tempo è nulla e nulla è tutto

che noi tra bello e brutto sorridiamo

quando si può si deve

per noi quest’arte come acqua che si beve

per il gusto del bello

ma pure per dir le cose che non vanno

per noi è passione e amore l’arte

e grazie per essere un fiore con un zilione di colori piantato nel mio cuore

Poesia Marco Vasselli

Fotografia Gillian Grant

© 2011 – Tutti i diritti sono riservati

http://www.amazon.com/Poesie-ciglia-Italian-Marco-Vasselli/dp/144612584X/ref=sr_1_fkmr2_1?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1302066309&sr=1-1-fkmr2&al_rs=#al_rp

Poche le persone che ho conosciuto dal web che hanno fatto di me una persona migliore. Questa ragazza è un’artista affermata in Inghilterra, ma per me è Gilly, la persona semplice che quando le cose non vanno ha sempre un pensiero gentile.

Grazie a lei il mio libro di poesie ha una copertina meravigliosa, come la persona meravigliosa che è lei. Grazie GillianMobile sorella di MarcoMobile

The party

If my heart and your heart
when we meet stay united
we can organize a party
where everyone, envited,
take him friendship
togheter your, toghether mine.

Gully i went to make a party,
where all my friend could meet you
so that i can say
stay here in my life my friend
dopn’t go away again.

We can call Ance, Kharon and Hulya
and i can take at the party
Tony, Fabrizio, and Alessandro, and Marty
i could present to you
Carmen, Lauretta and Crystal,
but also Vally, Massimo, Dada, Distratta,
Christina, Pangie, and Ana,and Cinzia, and Manu

Everybody, dancing
could remember to you
that for a friend i could make chilometers,
and fly in the sky, swim in the ocean, or take only a bus,
but everybody stay inside my heart,
and you, like eveveribody, and now much more
when need an help, could to say to me
to make a party only also for only a smile,
you close the eyes, i send all the invitation
and in a moment
we stay toghether there.

Beautiful friend
with the heart like an a big home
we could be again the pixie and the gnome
and is not important if in Reykjavic or Rome
we dance again until the legs go on
and in a bit, togheter the other friends
we say again and for a time again
that real friendship never have an end.

Marco Vasselli – 2009 – © All rights reserved

For

Gudrun Lilja Jònasdòttir

my friend with a noble heart

Dance, Kharon, dance !!

Dance, Kharon, dance …

dance on my hearth

on my friendship,

on my black days,

on my hopes.

Take me away every day

in a world of  big,sweet bubles,

when you and me,

two stupids artists

can see that everything is perfect

with the eyes of the soul

Marco  Vasselli  –  To Kharon  Gillian Rossi Grant    ©  All Rights Reserved

light to laugh

 

Because you have taught me that there is always a reason for everything

because it’s been a while since I devoted Plan rests “

and you’re stronger now more than ever

that when I lose myself in you lift me up morale.

 

Why were there in your absence

such as air that is missing and sadness that I explained,

because you make me smile and think.

 

You know how many times I would be there

when things do not go?

 

But I know we are in some way?

I know that it is for me

you always ready to avoid trouble.

 

Why talk of life among

beautiful things ugly or just passing

we were next day and evening

movies and photos and to tell the world.

 

Why do not you say you know and friendship

how many fans with “I love you”

but you know the meaning and the right weight

and prove it without having to say.

Because if evil comes you smile

or at least he is sent away

in days gone from the periphery

apparently different places

but now my and your path.

 

For that first I was not

and the whole world that you made me have

for days and evenings you can tell

emmessenne between phone and your sea,

and a thousand and one other things by Viggo

 

Because if it is true that time is running away

I would always Laura, my friend

still run together in a square,

in a fast food restaurant, in a library

light to laugh

for thousands of years yet

and still together

 

Marco Vasselli To Laura M.

© All rights reserved

 

Serenity of eyes

There is a smile in you

there is a real smile

serenity of the eyes

and peace that you give me.

…i hope to see forever

that smile on your face

couse happiness togheter

will be for me and you.

Friendship will be again

and i don’t know why

maybe couse you are

the light of a crystal

beautiful like a rose.

Marco Vasselli To Crystal Rose Adams

© All Rights Reserved

…and in your voice, the essence …

 

My phone was riging this morning

and i never immage that

was she,

the dancer,

the only

unique, rare, crazy dancer.

 

and ” how are you “, and than smiles and our souls

was flyng arround arround

tought seven countries,

past the ocean

and there we was two in one.

 

Thank you to exist Gillian

the night Elf become for me so real

like a my dear friend like you are for me

and you for me is a lill flower

whit a zillion of colours

planted in my heart

and with a bit of my soul inside.

 

 

 

 

Marco Vasselli

 

To Kharon Gillian Rossi

 

another bit of me in the world, but whit the soul and the heart so big

 

© Tutti i diritti sono riservati

 

 

 

Finding about you

 

Besides all this flood

I will run after.

Do not close this appearance of

or your saying or doing your

or your name.

Beyond my reflection

and all my writing

and also beyond me.

Not behind what I feel for you

and even that which crushes inside,

and even in me, but far beyond.

I will run after more

than everything and everyone

and over your soul.

To find like .. die.

 

Poem wrote by

Ðι ک.tratta

© All Righs Reserved

Alexis’s silences

Because if I open the book you are there
because you’re the friend who for
me I would always be with me,
why do
you think before you speak,
because
you can speak in silence,
because
when the pain besiege the mind
as
wormwood
take me from my slumber
and I remember
that this
life is made up of brief moments
frames
where you and I run up and down the years
where we find ourselves in the joys and sorrows,
Alexis
to tell
how
could we do
to get even
the end of a day
called life
of being able to say essercela lived!