Saturday, September 29, 2012


A shadow fated
to be forever in the dark.
A spectre with only my love glowering
in all this death around.
Once you told me
nothing last forver.
Now I wonder if
this was a curse or a bliss?

Diana Mistera 29.9.2012

Friday, September 07, 2012


There is a picture in my memory
with which I struggle
but only when the light fall into place.
There is an hope in my heart
with which I struggle
but only at sunset.
Like a spirit I'm floating in the edge
but it happen only in my head.
Behind those invisible barricades I stand
trying to turn back the time
but, I'm only loosing the line.

© Diana Mistera 7.9.2012