Do not get used to …

Do not get used to it  to
“I love you” 
to
“You’re the best”
…
ease  with which they are declared
feelings  the same amount of Monopoly money.

Do not get used to it  speeches that have peppered with compliments,  enthusiasms easy,  the hugs.

Rather accustomed to discernment. Time  as the strainer to the flour,  leave itself  pieces and only people of a certain weight.

The bulk remains in the soul  and often those who own  it is considered essential  is almost useless: chanterelle  Peacock and seller of himself.

Do not get used to it  because the party can turn into empty. Then I say so  I seem to counsel  and after so much time and crooked,  and so many beatings that

I’ve got got,

often do not mind at all stè attentions,  just give him so falling back !!

Marco Vasselli © 2014

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

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

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

A waltz

A waltz 
music and orchestra are waiting.
Will you dance with me?

A waltz
to the tune of those violins  let us go back to regroup.
The lightness of the legs 

that read  out of a carpet of soft music, 
find in the green of your eyes,  the green meadows where to find  what for me were.

The daisy on the scooter helmet,  film failure  library  …  and joy and Gaia  on a bench in the suburbs.

A waltz  while my eyes laying on your smile strawberry  and sweet as I would always see.

A waltz  from the past in the present volga  to head towards becoming.

A waltz and poetry  simple and beautiful  with your “we seh”  your photos  my illusions.

A waltz  to declare you this feeling  that is not paper mache  There was and remains  as to expect that the rest here  …

Marco Vasselli © 2014  A Gaia Lang.

Coming .

Coming events 
as something you do not expect,  such victories as defeats,  benefits as cursed.

Here come the seasons to die from the cold,  or those carefree and short sleeves.

Good and bad things come all,  but when I have faced and saran distant 
I lie down on the edge of life  top of a hammock made of clear.

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

Wherever you are now …

Wherever you are now ,
i do not talk to you again ,
like a butterfly you stay
on a flower
with a zillion of colors
planted in my heart ❤

Marco Vasselli
to Gillian Grant .
Born – Sheffield – U.K. – 2 Jennuary 1984
Die – Chesterfield – U.K. – 6 August 2013

R.I.P. My friend ❤

Down disheveled

Dawn disheveled,

disheveled by the wind calm

as the dawn brings poetry

Marco Vasselli © 2012 All rights reserved

We ( me and you )

.. Couse is my smile and your passport to make a trip to a world unto itself
for that I say ” thank you. “

Tomorrow is another trip
I see in you the destination and departure.
Thank you that you exist.

Marco Vasselli
2,012
To Cristina C.
© 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

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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 

 

 

Dedied to Paola

I ask myself , what Paola thinks

behind the cloud of red hair,
when I see it pass rush.

Who knows what he sees Paola,
from those glasses,
into a smile that I know well.

And there are so
a cigarette with a companion,
between a hello,
television in a yard,
To wait for new work.

Marco Vasselli

to

Paola Riccardi

2012
© All rights reserved.

FotoRacconto – A real frienship

Thank you to exist to

GranGilliant and 

Guðrún Lilja ÖnnGudóttir 

Couse friendship never know distances and time

 Click on the names of  my friends and go to see the steps of a real friendship .

Design and Graphic are propriety of Gillian Grant © 2012

 

Thank you

thank you
Thousand Faces
several thousand stories
your support
of your affection
your spending for me
words of comfort.
are up again
as you can see
and just walk ‘
forward to the road
without knowing
and if ‘the right one.
but it ‘s so I like
and ‘like’ me gusta
and friendship
and ‘what is enough for me …

  Marco Vasselli

2006

© All Rights Reserved

 

 

 

 

I DO NOT WANT !!

I DO NOT WANT YOU TELL ME THAT
WHAT SHOULD I DO
WHY ‘C’ AND ‘ALWAYS SOMEONE TELLING ME THAT!

SO ME AND THAT IS ‘RIGHT
AND AS NO!

I HAVE THE AGE ‘FOR UNDERSTANDING
I HAVE MANY FRIENDS
AND EVEN A REGRET.

I HAVE A FAMILY
SOLID AS A ROCK
EVERYONE
WITH A FACE
LIKE
BUT ONLY.

THEN THERE ARE
THOSE THAT ME SAY
WHAT
AND HOW DO

AND THOSE ARE
WHICH I HAVE TO FEAR …

FEAR WHAT?

OF PEOPLE THAT I DO NOT WANT
It ‘ALWAYS GRAY
ALWAYS THE SAME!

SHOOTING AND FORWARD
SO ‘
NO REGRETS
GO AHEAD AND
OTHERWISE FORWARD AND ALWAYS!

Maco Vasselli

2006

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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

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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

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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

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L’arte porta lontano – 2006 .- 2011

La nostra arte,

quella che per me vale di più di quanta

ne abbia fatta altrove.

Grazie a tutti amici miei

© Marco Vasselli

2006 – 2011

Clicca sull’immagine per entrare e buona lettura !!

L’immagine  “ La poesia porta lontano “

simbolo di questo blog

è una creazione di © Alexis’81

 

The Dancer and the poet : Two friends … two links … a book !!

 

The Dancer and the poet

Bloggety Blog

On Lulu

Poesie tra le ciglia ( Book by Marco Vasselli – Book Cover Gillian Grant )

On Amazon

Poesie tra le ciglia ( Marco Vasselli – Gillian Grant )

Thank you Gillian, you are a flower with a zilion of colors planted in my heart !!

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

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

Golden flowers

…and  golden flowers

soaked
the scent of Summer

that
intoxicating perfumes of the air went

but
only when

the politic men
will stop to be of being Mafia

 

 

Marco
Vasselli – 2011 – © All rights reserved

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

… and arround the empty …

 

 

,,, And arround only the empty

and nothing of more arround,

whitout a smile,

whithout a sound…

” Hey my lill dancer,

do you know why ? “

” No really i don’t know why,

but early

i will dance again

and under the sun or the rain,

you will take again your book

and we will say

about new times and  millions of colours “

Marco Vasselli

to 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

 

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My Angel

Also when for me was appear the end,
 i ever belive in Gully’s smile,
 so i just need to say:
Thank you my angel,
my sister,
my friend !!

Marco Vasselli To Gudrun ( Gully ) Jonsdottir

© All Rights reserved

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!

Friends

 

Awaiting a moment

A moment of clarity

Arms wrapped around

Around me, holding me.

Craving this something

something real and tangible

Wait, wait, waiting for you

A look, a kiss, a touch..

Even if we just end up as friends.

Poem wrote by Crystal Redmon to Marco Vasselli – Photo Crystal Redmon for Marco Vasselli

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Small shoes Manufacturers

 

How much work
cost our steps
on the road to approval
children to work.
How much optimism for the economy
Meanwhile, another child goes away,
Yeah,
if they go away,
where they are denied education and love.

Children
children soldiers or workers
for us
greedy eaters
approvals
the slowness of your day
a thousand thoughts caress the head
but have you ever thought
that across the world
there could be a life like this?

Marco Vasselli

an idea of

Laura M.

 

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…couse the angels don’t cry

 

Until your blue eyes don’t cry
 until your next smile
 until a raimbow called friendship take me to you
 i will happy with you Shasta
 couse the angels don’t cry and you are so.

 

Marco Vasselli

for Shasta Rainers

© All rights reserved

 

One thousand miles

 

Put one thousand miles
  between you and the world
   in a new place
   with new situations
and the past is cleared
and where certainty was
   only the empty .. nothing.
                                     

Start from scratch
  and where nothing was
    building .. love, hate
   Do not forget
    and where uncertainty was
    your revenge
    and your eyes will shine ‘
   again as a time
   ‘cause this time
   is a brave friend
                                 

Marco Vasselli

 © All Rights reserved

 

Il sipario – The curtain

 

..silence …
the curtain rises
calm Kharon
many thoughts
…here…
the applause of the public
you go on stage !!

___________________

…silenzio…
si alza il sipario
calma Kharon
mille pensieri
…ecco…
l’applauso del pubblico
si va in scena !!

 

 

Poesia Di Marco Vasselli

 
per Kharon Gillian Rossi Grant

Pittrice, attrice e ballerina

Foto Kharon Gillian Rossi Grant

Editing Marco Vasselli

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She is a fighter

 

 

  She is a fighter, and you can see on that face the smile

 But how many time she was alone ?

How time she was cryng and noone know her cry.

 

She is a fighter that won the cancer

And make me smiles after i talked to she about my problems

And we was knowing the sense of friendship.

 

I was at zero and she was for me like my hero

You was in the battle and has around people that hated you

Couse a religion for that stupid people is the motive for racism and wars

But I ever seen that smile in every situation

Couse if I was the car, she was my gasoline station.

 

She is a fighter, and we made an alliance,

Couse if one stay wrong ever need of an ambulance,

She was for me all this, and I hope so for she

Couse everyone can see a wonderful girl

But only a friend like I hope to be

Can see a wonder heart

And is her heart,

That fighter is like my sister.

 

 

Marco Vasselli

For Gudrun Lilja Jònasdòttir  called Gully

 

Photo :  Gudrun Lilja Jònasdòttir 

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An angel with amphibians

 

Dressed in black

as the night sky

and behind the veil

of a smile touched

much resentment and desire for change.

Irony

And a bit of life

Amphibians and a baby cot.

And life too often betrayed you

And life is a constant lament

Like that song …

Because everyone wants Ale as they say

But nobody knows what she wants

Or ignore it …

“It’s not worth anything …”

“The only woman in the house …”

As in the Middle Ages

As people without feeling

Meaningless.

Make a crown of sympathy

Smile of an insult

To those who humiliate you,

Do your heart your diamond in the dark

Why is your best gift

You bring to those who can appreciate.

By Ale a beer with friends …

A laugh in the wind

And those your boots

To walk on intolerance.

Marco Vasselli

Poem dedied to Alexis Ghidoni


© All rights reserved

 

 

Turning point

 

In each theme played .. ..
where experience has involved more ..
the problem solved ..
but the riddle of your face ..
even if you think a bit ..
has been very ..
Read any suggestion ..
the origins of the once upon a time ..
at every junction of life ..
at every turn ..
do you think I care only ..
Pill …
or great sport ..
that dreams carry me to hell ..
so I guess each slice of time ..
where life is a cake ..
layers of sweet joy in me never died ..
and I sank my teeth and lick my mustache ..
.. With the enthusiasm of a time ..

Poetry written by

JackMax

© All Rights Reserved

I learned to undestand

 

I learned that there is always a reason for everything,
that beautiful things can not happen for her strength,
good things happen when you least expect it.
I learned that to some extent are important for all of those around us
and that tells you who can not love you,
This can be seen from a gesture.
I learned that friendship is not seen since the time when you attend or what it feels
but the quality of it.
I believe I have learned enough from life,
but what I know is that a train journey with a single ticket.
Well,
I learned to try to make it a little better
the washing and my people around me.

How wonderful would the world be if everyone in his small it did!

Marco Vasselli To Laura M.

©All Rights reserved

 

Liryc to Windows 2000

With your initial classical piano

your windows gray

your simplicity,

With your Mediaplayer 8 or 9

with your Internet Explorer 5 or 6

and msn messenger

edged that paleolithic

from version 6

even 7.5 crap!

I saw an open world

of dreams

first hand knowledge of people,

the first squabbles,

friends in the first web

the sad blog

soon become my notebook.

And now no more hate

that thud like “plord” when making mistakes,

and no longer uses

Office 2003

and all components favorite

and MSN was himself,

not Windows Live or Blind

or other empty things

No longer access

nuisance,

or looking for drivers,

wrong installation.

Those 500 MB

had everything and nothing

stuff that we could well have

a hard disk ” before thesecond war “

Then XP

Then Vista

Then Windows 7

and dinosaurs from 10 gigabite,

with graphics and stunning color,

require more powerful computers

and more I find

that easy to do,

and wonder if I will discover you dear system

archeology in the ‘memory

memory that you

asked only 64 megs,

but time is pressing,

and a lot of evolution

did not help our wallets,

and much more

and with subsequent

We do the same thing in 2000,

modern man, so much modernity

but the pioners like you are

will live forever until the etrnity !!

Marco Vasselli

The first operating system that used

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Questa poesia è stata apprezzata dalla comunità australiana degli sviluppatri di Ubuntu

Ringrazio Tim Mulin che ora vuole che io scriva qualcosa di simile per il sistema operativo basato su Debian Linux

Lui inquanto dj ne farà un rap da inmserire nei tutorial ufficiali del sistema operativo

Peraltro sono molto legato alla poesia su Windows 2000, più volte quì postata in italiano, perchè con questo sistema operativo vide la luce il blog

e tanti e tanti ricordi, legati a msn messenger e i primi passi nel web 4 anni or sono.