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Memories of life

Memories of life

leave me restless,

breathing hard

trash the old-fashioned,

pick a time

live it, feel it,

but rest dismay,

astonished off

I lock myself into corners

in your eyes and mute

you drive, as if suspended,

with my heart on.

Tear all

images and sounds

all my bad,

because you forgive

a memory is evil,

salt on the wound,

burning pain

soul and heart

of a man determined

to get up the face,

to love a life

gently infinite.

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attack

The smell of death and blood
corrupts the air and earth,
pierced by tremendous explosion
investing in Wall merciless
screw and screw and screw and screw
bulk thrown into the sky
reflux broken toys,
piled up and dismembered
between debris and mixed scrap,
nipped in the daily apparent
d 'a country at war always
between whispers and quiet and discreet
rises the cry of a baby,
only in tears and rags ...
only ...
to tear the hearts remained standing
to draw blood in the word peace.


Matteo Cotugno
Unpublished - all rights reserved
dedicated to our casualties in Farah

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immensity of love

I'll wait for the other half of the sky that unites us,

now that it split on the road

distances we suffer, and nothing worth painting

sweet words and dreams, and nothing is

hear the echoes of our hearts

resonate emotions ...

is that I miss your smile,

the warmth of the skin that looks out on my soul

to kiss her ... it's your life that I miss the sweetness of

hands on her face to brush her profile ...

is your being I feel now

sail away from me

on new seas, new docks for ...

and pray nothing is

a God who does not understand the immensity

I try to love only you.

unpublished

all rights reserved

Matteo Cotugno

in pictures: painting by Georges de La Tour Penitent Magdalene - Louvre

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cut by a model
paper, custom,
hand-sewn
this seamless,
skin
adheres intimate
to my body,
unwrinkled,
without stitching
annoying.

A couple of tests
and is ready for life.

is my dress
most beautiful,
I wear it always,
not crease never
... is my Soul.


dedicated to my parents ... my tailors always ... in the literary sense and metaphorically ...

Unpublished - all rights reserved
Matteo Cotugno

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Boxing

glass that tear the skin

your fists winning

I was defeated but in feet

until the last gong,

until the end

of my strength,

I fight for me,

for myself

for the glory a sport

felt like slaughterhouse

know, not nice

but violence is not my friend,

is disgusted by the ransom

neighborhood where I was born,

step on broken glass where

all day without feeling

pain out

but only Inside ...

and it hurts.

dedicated to my childhood friends

09/06/2010

unpublished - all rights reserved

Matteo Cotugno

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sunset moon

A young summer evening

joins me on the edge of Rabac,

with the silvery reflection,

lay trembling in the bay,

a timid half-moon

to embrace a slight breeze,

that seems to move slowly

to the hill of Labin

to dilute its light

in the dark of the forest, to swallow

with my eyes for her,

leaving me in the desire

to chase behind every hill

to look for the afterglow.

08/22/2010

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Only her (willy in his hands)

her: "Here's willy, how sweet my little boy, how are you? wanted to see me?"

I: "Yes, very much, I live to make you shake in your hands my penis"

her: "penis? No baby, willy, repeat, repeat willy ... or do not you touch today "

I:" Yes, I'm sorry, I love when I get my hands willy "

her:" good baby. Now you massage it a bit ', okay? "

I: "Love is fine, thank you for giving me the honor to hear your hands on my useless little thing"

her, "but you know it makes me happy. It 's so soft, little, makes me tenderly. Of course you have to settle of the hands, the rest of mica waste with you"

I, "you do well my love. Your body is beautiful, your beautiful face. You deserve much more "

her:" I know well that you can not satisfy me, I knew it, I'm already five months that I have a lover. But I want to be with you. I like to watch you suffer in silence. I like to think I'm your woman and I will not make love with you. I am a little 'bitch, but I enjoy knowing that you're my good and faithful little dog that you agree that you should just reach the maximum willy with two fingers "

I:" your fingers are already too much for me my love "

her:" how did you puppy. Be thankful that Matthew (the lover) allows me to play around 'with you, otherwise you would not even their own with which to vent. In fact, you know what I think? that one of these days you should call and thank you that makes this possible. You should thank your wife to enjoy, what your tender prick does not hear him even more. True love that name him? "

I said" sure, I'm lucky that I have allowed this. Thank him for everything, for everything. Now I beg you, however, speeds up, I'm coming. Go love Go, please, "

" ringing phone "

her:" I'm sorry love, my friend who is waiting for me down. Dai, coated. Do not look, sooner or later you will enjoy it too. But now clothes, get up and go to wash my clothes with the apron I gave you. I can not let you touch it touch it just me understand? "

I said," but love, please, just two taps, please, I beg you, do what you want "

her," but love, you already do everything I want. Now you're good willy, not I can wait my friend. See you tomorrow, maybe. Good evening and ... enjoyed my willy "

I:" thanks ... "

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social networking, public humiliation

Although everyone's eyes are a normal couple, Amanda, my girlfriend, who is actually in charge, and does so in no uncertain terms when there are no prying eyes.

often spend my evenings to massage your feet while you watch a movie or studying. If you happen to contradict the public she said nothing, but when we're alone makes me pay in every way, including slap on the face and balls. It demands the utmost respect and I always want to see humble towards him.

I remember talking with friends when I said that women had limited capacity than we men (I said it jokingly and not because they thought). His gaze was icy towards me, then laughed and laughed and said that I would make her pay. The friends did not understand and thought he was joking, but I knew it was serious. As soon as we found ourselves alone in the car told me to stop in a secluded place, which I did promptly.

He ordered me to put myself with a stern look pants and took my hand in the scramble jewelry making me squirm in pain. I, being of an unreacted very submissive and she continued to squeeze my balls. I do not deny that came out a few tears from my face and stopped only when, under his command, I said that I was an inferior being, and that if their There was some man than a woman that I was not sure that I found myself with willy. The humiliation of utter those words was great, but greater still was his smile seeing me humiliated and submissive as I shut the flap once again apologize for what I said.

short, a relationship where she was sadistic mistress and I humbly save a slave despite apparent dignity in front of others.

That dignity was gone with just the story I wanted to tell you. It was a Saturday in late July and Amanda was home with her friend, Carmen. My girlfriend enjoyed giving me a lot of small orders promptly executed for not hitting free kicks and he realized that Carmen something was wrong.

I do not know why Amanda Carmen explained it all to which remained dumbfounded and did not believe her ears. He told her all about how I was the humiliation that plagued me from time to time. Carmen amused and asked why I accept all to where I was coming. The response of my girlfriend was dry. He said he hated everything because I was not aware he had a willy able to satisfy it and at least I did good in small things and that I had that profound respect. Finally he asked his friend to prove myself and that I would do anything asked. Carmen planning to shoot big game and almost said I should put a post on facebook called "I'm the Schiavetto willy Amanda "with a picture that I drew back intent kneel to kiss the feet.

A light went on in the eyes of Amanda who has long dreamed of making public my state. He took the camera, snap a picture and put her the same post on my account (she had total access to whatever it was I also had my facebook password).

The rest of the day passed with me in front of the PC to read comments from friends and seeing Amanda and Carmen meet all laughing at my humiliation

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Profile

Profile melts

in my embrace

to unite the souls

with locks of gold

without keys.

belong to me I live your

as a canvas

desirous of colors

with you to create

the painting more nice

to hang in the corridors

of our lives

and enlighten

happiness.

Profile hours

is designed me

to vivermi in

indelible.

© copyright 2010 Matteo Cotugno
drawing in black ink on paper d 'Amalfi courtesy of the wonderful artist Vanessa Pignalosa

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The dart

along the stone
uncertain about the steps
wearing quiver
if you're ever love me
am ready to launch
a dart in the heart
to kiss me
shamelessly.

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that wound care
sigh healed!
and descending plane
takes your hand
love the moon
.. you and me: what luck!

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stately feel

stately feel windy bay

turn souls vibrating hearts

hours at the sight of sails explained

traveling on vine hanging out

to jibe in obscure directions

drawn towards goals in the stars.

Peregrino trip awaits the souls

of those who hopes always easy landing,

do not care to haul down sails

in treacherous seas, gale-force

praying the gods to have mercy

small for their mere arrogance.

© copyright 2010 Matteo Cotugno "PoesiAnima"

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Your face

Your face I saw

sweet smile in

got my pass

fast motor

under your lights.

Your face I saw

off in pain

of vile insult

visited by an infamous.

Your face I saw

now that I have purified

your honor

in warm-blooded

of my knife

that has pierced

the crowd

quickly

broken

have fled ...

did I do?

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Don, Don, Don

Who turned off the bells?

I heard them forever!

that sound don, don, don

in the head

as head, head, head?

I lost!

Yes, they said

that I lost my head, head, head!

But how do I?

A! So why my brain it repeats three?

Two spare? Ah, ah, ah!

There was one that you save!

All three insane, insane, insane!

live so that the point?

A tablet in the morning, a lunch

an evening, ever, ever, ever!
dissociated?

But who, what, by whom?

From myself, yes!

Myself, same, same!

No !!!!!

I disagree with this reality!

Especially when he serves me! How now!

that the bells do not sound

but I play it, me, me!

12/02/2010

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Relief

A weeping silently

crying, stop all

tears, rips the dust

a cry, a child

tears, silence

crying, I feel my heart

silence, please do not give up

silence, give me a torch

silence, I have broken nails

silence, a bit 'of water

crying ... is alive

crying, I get to you baby

crying, I take you

crying, my,

a joy.

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else to think

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A tower outline

dilapidated waterfront

scanning the horizon

still hunting for sails

Saracens in the waves

to jump in hearts

terror.

How many shadows drew

the moon on his profile,

those billows smooth

its strong stone,

only those who are blushing

sunsets in for her.

time slowly

has broken

and always changes

today scanning the horizon

to breathe colors

in the dawn of new life

reverse at his feet.

© copyright 2010 Matteo Cotugno "PoesiAnima"

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Blaster

between sand and dust

glitters angle

that smacks of death, I will stop

thinking about my hands

tremble if ever,

hesitate if ever,

if this breeze air

turning into a wall

that m'investe and crushes

the heart, the heart ...

he brought me here

trails mined

to save lives, unknowing,

the heart, the heart

a blaster Italian

... proud.

Matteo Cotugno

07/29/2010