sabato 22 agosto 2020

 Hands in our pockets




I am no hero,

and I'm no antagonist.

I'm a common man at least.

In my dreams I’m strong,

But not now. I’m helpless now.

Then I’m waking up.


I try not to think.

Sometimes I just ramble, rant,

And laugh for too long.


But now our eyes focused on pavement,

Hands in our pockets,

Looking for the words

To feed strangers.


Paolo Driussi. 

martedì 4 agosto 2020



Riding in the Rain





You are talking to a wall,
Take a deep breath
No need to go on 
About something so small.
You’ve made your point clear
Now let's drop it all.

Thunder echoes overhead,
White strikes to the floor
The thunderstorm is bred.

Paolo Driussi