Soldiers
Though time has passed, I see them so clear.
At crossroads I see soldiers join and part.
I see their faces in the setting sun.
The thought is bittersweet, ironically
But I smile because I know they’ll remember me.
Paolo Driussi
He's pleasing to the eye,
Yet my interest exceeds the physical,
Seeking what conversation satisfies,
A connection of intellectuals.
But the pain from my past just won't refrain,
Each day I become more of a skeptic,
Perhaps he's a creation of my brain,
Or he's my happiness resurrected.
Paolo Driussi
There is nothing as heart warming
As a hug from the heart
Boy, am I glad to see you again
Let’s hide so no one sees us
Let’s keep holding on
I want to hug you forever
And best of all
I love you more than words can say
Let’s give our hugs freely and with emotion
We all need to feel the love.
Paolo Driussi
Il Sanremo 2022 di Amadeus
"Un Napoletano sul Lago" di e con Ottavio Buonomo per OverMind Web Tv.
There are so many reasons why I write.
Sometimes I share my fears or tears,
But when I’m happy I hand out smiles.
I’ve seen so much and learned a thing or two.
It builds my confidence, once I am done,
But most of all I write,
Because it helps to pass the time,
Alone at night.
Paolo Driussi.
The same clouds that obscure your view
Water the trees that give you shade
Cleanse the air you breathe
And the clearing brightens your day
It takes sunshine and rain to make rainbows
You need a dream to make the hope grow
Life to make your day go
And a loving caress will be the peace you will know.
Paolo Driussi
What’s not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun,
While honeysuckle breezes cool my face.
But when it gets too hot, I seek the shade
Barefoot in clover beneath tall sycamores
In the evening, in the swing, I watch fireflies
Then I fall asleep waiting for another sunrise.
Paolo Driussi
OTTAVIO BUONOMO - Biografia per stampa, siti, informazione.
My words were meant to sneak inside your heart
And resonate the message I whisper
For you to know what makes me fall apart
But some words are meant to be felt, not explained.
They exist just to exist
For the sake of a tear
I lost while hiding among the trees
One day, It will all be explained
Long after I am gone,
Untangle my words and talk to them.
They will talk to you.
Paolo Driussi.
"Wait until I get back.
I give you something to read".
"Don't be running in and out that door.
Letting the heat out of the kitchen".
"Button your coat better, if you go out.
Have you got money enough?
Don't come back late".
"We'll have pizza for dinner"
Melancholic memories of yester years
Paolo Driussi.
There is no sun, so little hope,
There are no gardens,
But plenty seeds raised to die
In watered sorrows drown.
Buses go uptown
To shiny places,
To uptown people,
Six p.m., afternoon dying
Everything
goes unnoticed by senses dulled,
The day goes down,
Another, and another,
Colored pained refrain.
Paolo Driussi
Somewhere between the here and now
Lies a place forever,
Where I stand with you in the morning sun
Beside a waterfall
And watch the river flow gently to the sea.
To take you in the water,
While our sprits soar to mountain tops
To fly with eagles.
In love is an eternity that cannot be concealed,
But no matter what you say of it:
It’s only what you feel.
Paolo Driussi
You’re well dressed
After a long day.
You bring me close to your face,
Put your lips to me,
Clasp mine in between yours.
Tonight, you’re sad, lonely
Looking to unwind, let go.
Today’s been long, tiring,
You need a distraction,
Your hand trembles as you hold me,
But you won’t let go of me.
Paolo Driussi
To live is to love
And to love is to live
What would be life if there was no love to give?
I find this hard to believe
Even harder to say
But I find myself falling deeper in love with you
Each and every day
That’s really all I had to say,
But I hope that you’re having
A great Valentine’s Day.
Paolo Driussi
Oggi il ragionier Giustini è uscito al solito orario, anche se azzoppato e dimenticando il bastone! Ma lui che è caparbio ha pensato di farcela perché con la cavigliera sente meno dolore.Il viale, pur non essendo una bella giornata, era stupendo: le macchine si potevano contare sulle dita di due mani, le persone altrettanto. Non c'erano che persone con i cani e qualche vecchietto che si sgranchiva le gambe.Faceva freddo ma per il ragionier Giustini era l'ideale.Senza cappello, senza giaccone imbottito. Una giacca leggera con un pantalone primaverile. Approfittando della zona gialla, subito dopo l'Epifania aveva portato tutto al lavsecco.Ha percorso tutto il viale facendo due chilometri ed ha approfittato per fare visita a un cugino un pó più giovane di lui: 90 anni!Lucidissimo, fisico da settantenne, l'ha accolto con tanto affetto e come fanno di solito si sono messi a parlare del suo matrimonio. La moglie era morta dieci anni addietro e ora viveva con una badante. Poi hanno parlato di "Tale e Quale Show", del "Cantante Mascherato", dei problemi inerenti alla terza età e dei rapporti con le persone.Il ragionier Giustini ha sempre ammirato il cugino non solo perché era stato ed è tuttora un uomo affascinante, ma come pregio assoluto un uomo empatico, comprensivo, buono che però non aveva trovato nella moglie le stesse qualità e quindi era stato un matrimonio molto tumultuoso. Lui l'aveva accudita finché aveva potuto, poi anziano anche lui, avevano preso una badante.La badante ha preparato un caffè, gli ha offerto un cioccolatino e poi si sono salutati.Il ragionier Giustini ha rifatto i due chilometri per tornare a casa e si è fermato alla pasticceria per prendere dei bignè. Chissà! Spera in una visita della signorina Fiamma di ritorno dalla massaggiatrice per i dolori alla cervicale.Diversamente, in barba al diabete, li mangerà tutti lui.
Tonight we were rebellion.
It was just you and me
In this dizzy world of
Disco lights,
I knew that if I fell,
You would catch me,
And no matter how strong I felt,
You still pulled me in
And held me close,
Because tonight we didn't care
What others thought.
Tonight we were together.
Hands and hearts entwined
Like leaves on a bush.
Just for the night at least.
Paolo Driussi
A young man being travelling under the wintry sky
The songs of a foreign world
Landing and kissing the lips
Of someone who was expecting nothing of this sort.
An idea.
Rare and complete,
In full bloom,
Premature.
For the bright days of spring have yet to gift this idea life
But it sticks still
Deep in the mind
Of the unwary young man.
An idea,
Individual and unique
Much like the snow that falls.
The stars whisper secrets of the universe
To comfort his premature feelings.
Ahead of his time,
Aged beyond years.
Catching snowflakes meant for someone else.
Paolo Driussi.