POEMS FROM EARTH TO SPACE: I miei migliori scritti in giro per il mondo, e lo spazio!

What you miss
What you miss, is the brain dialogue, that dialogue that causes feelings and emotions, in the stomach, that dialogue can make you beat your heart very fast, almost suffocating your breath. What you lack, is that emotional dialogue, a figure capable of provoking orgasms to the brain, even without undressing, that dialogue, which causes well-being, self-esteem, desire, strength, knowledge, which digs into your mysteries and in your most closed fantasies, that not even your best, or your best friend, know, and never will hear!

(Ejay Ivan Lac)

The memory bookmark

Every memory is a saved page, from that book that in an evening of thoughts, continues to slip off, to change chapter quickly. Every memory is re-read when we are too happy, or too sad.

(Ejay Ivan Lac)

In this abode of emotions

It is not just your face, to make the heart, take the rush to those intense emotions that explode inside you, but all you have on that wonderful body, the shape of your hair, your eyes, that soft skin that only to touch it, gives goose bumps!

And if I think you could walk in these rooms, or I could touch with the palms of my hands, those fabrics that you wear, with every touch, a slight warmth between my fingers, a kiss on the neck, a light caress, that runs through the your arm, while the scent of your hair, lightly touches the air I breathe. 

While the sunset surpasses the windows of this great house, illuminating that moment, that instant when my lips heat up your own, tasting every flavor, which your soul emanates, between embarrassment and two breaths.

(Ejay Ivan Lac)

Drops of blood

Drops of blood, which walk on the skin, hang downwards, then reach the border of our body, and fall to the ground, drops of blood, which burn, scratch, do not hint to stop even with a cloth.

Blood that smells of exhaustion, blood, which branches on the floor, flows on the walls and nourishes the plants it finds in its path, on its knees, on the ground, with that cry of rage that destroys every glass, every crystal, like gas, lights up that red river, flames flaring, flaring up pain.

Drops of blood, which set fire to every wall, to every person who walks beside us or passing by on our way, the look of our eyes in the face of this destruction, a smile of satisfaction and we feel free, free to continue , because there will be no rain, no gust of wind to extinguish the hell within us, which should not be dominated with false hopes, but extinguished, venting all his anger. 

(Ejay Ivan Lac)

Do not let it suffocate

Many times life, it may seem incredibly annoying, you will never have what you want with the ease you have, in imagining them already ours, we will always have that annoying agony that blocks the breath, and weighs, under the throat, a heartbeat that becomes heavy, sleepless nights and days full of thoughts.

Here comes the journey of life, where we believe that we do not need anyone to go forward, comes, that moment where you would close in the walls of a bubble that will never explode, if we continue to give strength, those tears, that blood, which slips from the skin and dirty clothes that cover us. 

Understand that the evil you have inside suffocates you, kills you, and distorts every single word of yours, where your eyes are closed by fatigue, where the stomach is tightened by suffering, but despite this, we continue to remain in our bubble ... instead to ask for help! 

Do not be suffocated by this oxygen without air, every house has a window that can be opened, every soul, has the space, to let chiuque want to help us, it is not a defeat, it is not a weakness, ask the way to a person who can tell you ... Do not let it suffocate ...

(Ejay Ivan Lac)

The energy of thoughts

Each step accompanies the heartbeat, every heartbeat is oxygen for every thought, which becomes energy and expands into the air. 

It runs fast in the present, coming to the end of the future, where thoughts come together to form a bouquet of flowers of a thousand colors, which smell of hope, archives of words and emotions.

Thoughts full of energy, which are painted in the canvas of destiny, drawings, which we will find later, grown up and relished, ready to take us by the hand and make us dream. 

Those thoughts, those desires that we longed for, that made us fight for them, thoughts, that have listened to our tears, and they are filled with strength, to be able to realize. 

The energy of thoughts, that which is released when everything becomes frighteningly uncertain, that arise in those moments where you want, where you hope, in the darkness of a room, smiling and thanking the universe, cleaned up from every evil, from every memory negative. 

Thoughts, which live and are created! 

(Ejay Ivan Lac)

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