I WISH UPON A STAR

Sometimes happen that you wake up several days with a melody in your head that you can't take it out neither if you listen at it.
Usually with other songs once I listened to them,  the obsession and the craving vanish...but with this one not...I could listen forever  this song repeatetly and  never get bored or annoyed.

Is one of the most beutyful songs that Ville Valo has written until now, but he has never sing it live complete, not from when I started  to follow them , the year 2001 and, everytime I listen to it I think is a shame because is so deep and beutyful that a concert with this song in the set list will be unforgettable, at least for me...
So, although in this period here in Finland you don't see a star in the sky because the night doesn't fall into the dark like in other countries, and although could be possible to see stars only at 1 or 2 in the morning, not even then so clear like from my balcony in Tuscany, I wish  upon a star, that somewhere is falling to make this my wish come true, like has happened with all the others...Please put this song back in the set list for a while...you will not regert it!

The lyrics are by Ville Valo, I guess when he was reading the Dracula of Bram Stocker he wrote this...:)

I'VE CROSSED OCEANS OF WINE TO FIND YOU

There was a time when I
Could breath my life into you
One by one your pale fingers
Started to move
And I touched your face
And all death was erased
And you smiled like an angel
Fallen from heaven, oh -
Just to be lifted up again, ohh

And you kissed my lips
With those once cold fingertips
You brought me back to life
And all things come to an end
We don't have to pretend
Slowly we fall asleep
And never wake up again, oh oh ohh

We're so Christ like
So lifelike
Vampire Christ

We're so lifelike
So Christlike
Vampire Christ

In the grace
Of our love
We writhe in pain
And death is not far away
And soon we'll sleep
And never wake up again

shhh...

There was a time when I
Could breathe my life
Into you
And all things come to an end, oh
We all have to pretend
Slowly we fall asleep

And we're Christlike
So lifelike
A Vampire Christ

We're so lifelike
So Christlike
A Vampire Christ



And here you can listen the song....

SUMMER SOLSTICE

The summer has started

with her darkless nights

the heart ache at the starless sky

where is impossible to throw a wish

but the moon will be there near the sun at midnight

finally together at least for few months.


All is quite like the death

in this ghost city

where also ghosts decided to run away.

The screams of the seagulls remind

that something is alive

and I am not only a silhouette

who is trying to escape

from a mute, black and white movie.


The last beer can, reached the others

that are dead too.

A lonesome dreamer

with rotten dreams.



© Diana Mistera 22.6.2013

WORLD VILLAGE - MAAILMA KYLÄSSÄ

Hallo everybody!
First of all I want to thank all those who came to listen Runomaailmaa at the Maailma Kylässä festival in Helsinki saturday. Has been for me a very nice day, and very good experience. I was there with the Runokohtaus project, and a special thanx goes to Terhi who has introduced us all, and Roxana Crisologo and all the wonderful people of the staff of Maailma Kylässä.

We have had 15 minutes each to read our poems, I red from the Runokohtaus project, so in italian and finnish language those poems:

• MASCHERA / SIVUROOLI
• CONFINI / KYNNYKSET

In english I red:

• ICARUS
• WINGLESS
• THIRST

in Italian I red:

• IBERNAZIONE

Thank you really much to all of you!

REMINDER

Hallo everybody!
as you already know, I will be at Maailma Kylässä festival ( World Village festival) in Helsinki saturday 25.5 reading with other international poets our poems.
I am very excited and I really hope it will be good weather!
Welcome and I will see you tere!

Maailma Kylässä Poetry World program


17.15–18.45  Alja Adam, Allahmoradi Mohammadamin (IRA), Ainhoa Gonzaléz (ESP), Diana Mistera (ITA), Andrei Karpin (RUS), Chiman Karim (IRQ) ja Hashim Matouq (IRQ)

My Eurovision n.1!

Wise moment or... Murphy law?

...

...There are those days in which
I would like to be nobody
to feel nothing
just stop existing the way I am existing now.

Great White Duke...

....First they give you everything that you want
Then they take back everything that you have
They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees
They can work with satan while they dress like the saints
They know god exists for the devil told them so
They scream my name aloud down into the well below...

The next day David Bowie

07.05.2013

And it is precisely the dawn with her touch that make the shadows loose their consistency that in the night wriggled in my dreams.

I cross the limbo with my usual uncertainty, right there, on the boderline between the reality and the dream I become insecure even of my senses, doubting the very existence of the world in which I am guest in this certain time range, unsure I am wondering if the night journey has not been nothing more than a glimpse of a parallel reality tied to my soul.
I feel you
the boundary between life and death is as thin as the needle that carve your skin.
I'm afraid that Charon endue by a sudden mercy, granted a last visit before carrying you in Hades.
I cannot breath
I feel suffocated
I cannot move or even get up.
I wait the awaking of the sun to challenge those loads that have collapased on me, remove those stones that are imobilazing me, drinking greedly the light, grab the memories, hoping that sometime I could be wrong.
I understand it was just a bad dream, finally I am free of the agony.
Welcome sun, welcome Light, release me from those horrible shadows that smell like sulphur.
I wish to be there while he is still asleep, whispering how much I love him in one of his dreams, enough to give the strenght he needs, to fight against his fiends.
Our souls are bounded by the same fate but condemned to reach each others only in dreams, shifting traces in an undisclosed reality.


© Diana Mistera 7.5.2013

BEST WISHES

Get well soon man and quit smoking! Don't you dare to scare us like this again! ;-)

Eat well, rest and fight! :-)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5G0-nJtnjE&feature=youtu.be

THE FINAL REVELATION

And then...something that for 10 years you didn't find important suddenly unveal its mystery and you read between the lines the truth that for so many years you've looking for in the wrong places, obsessionally. There it was, right in front of you and has been there for 10 years in the shelf of the cds; finding out finally that you left a sign in that soul who marked with fire the bond with you before you believed in it.

I have get it now VLAD.

Foever yours,

Lux

Whose, nowadays, goes under the name of : Diana Mistera.

NEWS

hallo there!
I am so happy to announce that one of my poems has been published together with other poems of the Runokohtaus project, in the Pohjoinen Kulttuurilehti 2/2013 KALTIO: pag 29 Tuska, Diana Mistera and more to come...:) stay tuned :)

DREAM 29.4.13

I had a dream last night in which I felt that wonderful peace and happiness that was long time I haven't felt;  it was any important dream, it wasn't a meaningfull dream either, perhaps,  was a sequel of a dream I started some time ago.

You where in there, with your long curly  hair and those green eyes that killed me the first time I saw them, you were a teacher and I was a school girl, there were many other schoolgirls in the classroom I didn't know them, they were not familiar to me at all, but you were interacting mostly with me. The others blast their evil eyes on me, for no reason..maybe...or maybe they saw what was going on between us.

The first task you asked me to do was to draw a map, it was my way of seen Europe, it was an homework I haven't done so I was scared to disappoint you, but you reacted like nothing was forgotten and waited me to draw my map, looking at me deeply.
I took my pen and mark the boundaries of my map, I used the yellow pen; I was satisfiled, but it was a strange kind of map, you look at me, laughing sensually and said:
" you left France out from your map..."
"ha..." I answered laughing archnessly   " yes I did..."
You  looked at me with that sweetness you only have, gave me back my map with that kind of expression of knowing the reason why I did so...like if you were expecting just that kind of map from me...without France, for the reason that only you and me known.

I looked around the classroom searching for an approval, I met you before I was testing you, I needed to prove to myself, you remebered me;  many years have passed and I was in disguise anyway in that strange school. I felt you knew who I was, you were indeed favouring my game, we were so inharmony.
Your attention was only for me although you were a teacher in this strange class and I was pleased.

All in a sudden another thing cought your attention, there was a boy, so long dead in reality, he was really in my classroom when I was at my primary school, and I found this quite strange, what he was doing in there, but he didn't care about me or you, it was like a time cut has occoured in that strange universe bulid as a school. He was an outsider, and you didn't care about the other schoolgirls whose were seeking attention, you were wondering just like I did, why that boy was there; then you took
 my  book and you found a letter within the pages and asked me
" Can I?"
" Sure"
"what am I going to find in here?"
" nothing...only a picture...maybe..."

You opened the letter, it looked an old letter, those that were used many years ago when was necessary to send an International letter, because Europe didn't exist like it exist today, those white thin envelopes with blue and red stripes around; I sent a lot of these enevelopes, I had a lot of international pen friends, and I had grandparents in England and it seemed that like I told you, there was nothing in the envelope neither a picture but, you shaked it a little bit more and a picture came out.
" She is beautyful, really" you told me, and I smiled knowing that, of course she was beautyful, she was my mum...and then smiling at me with little bit of melancoly you continued
" just like you..and blonde, like you were the first time..."
you didn't give me back the letter and neither the picture, I won, you remebered me.

A sudden warm I felt in my heart, and I woke up wanting to continue this dream that left me so wonderful warm feeling inside but, the sun was already coming up, and the clock was going to ring in a moment...
I remained with this wonderfull feeling of you, recorgnizing me, without I told you who I was really... hoping that it was true.

INTERCOURSE

I penetrate your soul

bleeding through your dreams

soothe your wounds

shattering your broken wings

chasing the serpent weeping

riding your core until

you'll screming lust

gasping in the emptyness

kissing the void left

before disappearing

in the mist of a dream unfinished.

© Diana Mistera 23.04.2013

*inspired by Angel of Depeche Mode Delta Machine

 

 

NEWS

Hallo everybody!
Finally I have great news, I will be with other poets of the Runokohtaus project at this festival, the 25.5.
Read the program, and come to enjoy ! See you there!

Maailma Kylässä World Village festival

FACELESS

The reflection goes by on a mirror

and fall  apart while its surface crackles.

We all had our part in this play

we build lies and start to believe in them

 we change masks hoping to stay hidden

until we die.

We re-define the character that fit better

creating an artificial happiness

the fairy tale we almost believe in

only to make the poison of the life less bitter

and the death tread slower.

Drunked on  tears

words came alive on the blurred  screen.

When will we decide to throw away all our  masks

 stop playing  roles and be finally FACELESS

trapped in these dreams of  eternal love?

© Diana Mistera 19.04.2013

ASHES ( TOT )

Every love begin and end with a kiss
soft like velvet
painful as a dagger on the heart
cruel like the destiny of a love untold.
Abandoned I flew
with those scars that are bleeding costantly
just to be healed again and again.
Cradled by the mist
I follow the path that bring me to you.
With another poisoned kiss
you lead my heart and soul
to the most sensual death.
Bleeding my pain away
I am humming along
burning my eternity to ashes .

© Diana Mistera 08.04.2013

WHO AM I?

Who am I?
I don't know yet
Maybe only a mass of electric pulses
that collide in this universe
and write compulsively
the pain of the heart
the hope of a soul
continuing to feel you;
as a captivating dream.
Loving you
the way I do and always will
and you will never know it
nisi
if you read these tears
becoming words
written to weep
costantly beep...beep...beep...

© Diana Mistera 5.3.2013

CRIMSON POISON

Lost in the darkness

searching for the red path

knowing to find you there

waiting.

The moon coldly follow

every my step

while the heart start beating

strong

exploding in my chest

bleeding out the words

you'll never hear

counting every tear

disguised the fear

reckoning the drops

of the scarlet poison within

preparing myself

for the last dream

ready to entwined

the eternity.





© Diana Mistera 16.3.2013

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOON

Sometimes it seems

that the dark will last forever

you wake up

and all in a sudden your sky is without stars

and you feel like sinking

wonder if, will you ever touch the ground.

Your dreams are frozen

up there, on the moon

they say all the lost things end up there

on the other side of the moon

and staring at her light

think

everything will pass.

When you feel your heart is like a haunted place

every beat is a venomous bite
remember

also those who are afraid to die

they will die someday

so the nightmares

the emptyness and the sense of void

that sensible souls always feel.

You are beutiful

and you are strong

keep your fire alive

and ride the dark
with that flame in your heart.

 

 

*Note from the poet: I was listening an old song of Alphaville" MOONGIRL"  and some words were beautiful that I have used them...are not 4 lines identical so no copyright issues...but just in case somebdy complain...

 

© Diana Mistera 7.3.2013

LET MY HEART BURNS

And here I am

holding my breath and tears

feeling my heart bleeding.

Let me fall

and when I am crumbling

show me to whom I am holding.

There, where we start

you took my heart

and let me then fall apart.

Let the night fall

let the dawn born

let my heart burn

let your soul return

to me EVERMORE.

© Diana Mistera 28.2.2013

 

 

NO MORE

Steering ahead into the emptiness
though the heart is wrenched
like an iron clamp
I reach the final shore
and I am a shadow no more.

© Diana Mistera 21.2.2012

WISE MOMENT N.6

IN THE PLEASURE GROOVE, LOVE, DEATH AND DURAN DURAN- John Taylor -

Review Diana Mistera

The Duran Duran were the symbol of my youth so as soon as I discovered that John Taylor had written his autobiography I really wanted to read it.

Why John Taylor's book not Andy Taylor's. Well simply because there was a poster of John on my bedroom wall along with one of Marian Gold of the “Alphaville”. I even went to the local hairdresser with a picture of John and asked for my hair to be done like his. I also looked at all the local fairs for black rubber bracelets like the ones he wore. He was my favourite Duran Duran.

Along with my Alphaville records the Duran Durans were the ones I listened to most, first on my father's 70s record player then on my own modern stereo in my bedroom. I remember being the first in the Tuscan village where I grew up to wear the Duran Duran T shirt, the first to wear chiffon, the first to collect anything to do with the handsome John. Why was I such a pioneer at that time, well because my mother is English and I spent a lot of time with my grandparents in Dorset and my aunts in London. It was in England that I bought all the records up to Duran Durans “Arena”. I then transferred them on to tapes for my “walkman”, another 80's icon!

But let's talk about the book. What did I enjoy most about it. I think first of all the description of his teenage years when he discovered an interest in music. Sundays at home with the family listening to old records or listening to pirate radio in his bedroom. The family car, a Ford,my grandfather had a brown Ford. The description of his family home. These things all reminded me of my English grandparents. Reading on, things become more intriguing as he was a fan of lots of artists and imitated their “look” He spent time looking for new material in the record shops. I did that too. I discovered the boy behind the star with all his defects and fears. The rise and fall, the re-birth. I admit I did shed a little tear reading about that! We always saw the public persona smiling in the videos and on the posters but we had no idea what was going on behind all that. We didn't know about the boy, the constrictions that go with fame, the superficiality, the egocentricity when you have everything you ever wanted but have lost any connection with reality. I was surprised at his tenacity visible to this day on stage. He loves to make music. He loves what he does. Todays stars lack professionality and sometimes even talent. His weaknesses are talked about in the book. The time in rehab, the devils behind the public face.

There were some brilliant photos in practically every chapter. There was even a bit dedicated to their visit to Italy, though I was still young when they came, I remember seeing the concert on RAI 2.

I had trouble putting this book down once I started to read it and savoured every word. I don't agree with the critics who say that the second part of the book seems written in haste. I think where he wanted to make a point he did so in depth and well. Now that I have finished this “immersion” into “80s” pop culture I feel I now have an insight into what it was really like to be so famous.

I would thoroughly recommend IN THE PLEASURE GROOVE: LOVE, DEATH AND DURAN DURAN to all who lived this era either through their parents or who were themselves “Duranians” but not quite old enough to go to the gigs at the time that “Wild Boys” became the anthem of the “Paninari” We opened the doors to future generations of pop fans and I am so pleased to have lived the 80s to the full. The hysteria, the tears when Simon broke his foot but came to San Remo with the Duran Duran anyway. I remember Pippo Baudo was the presenter at the time. It was great and in this book we have John Taylor's version of what it was like to be an 80s icon a real insight into life as a pop star.

 

 

 

SHEWOLF

I approached you
brave and fearless
albeit mystified.
You were
winged as an angel
fierce like when you fell.
Ablazed was my heart
at the sight of your eyes
and caught already
in the shackles of darkness
at once
with my soul hungered for more
for your scent, for your blood
for your soul, for you
forevermore.

 © Diana Mistera 18.2.2013

RIEN NE VA PLUS

Les jeux sont faits, rien ne va plus

the fate claims

while all my cards

are unveiled

and you throw your heart ace

straight on my face

without debate.

My game is over

as you step on the stage

hiding lies

behind brillant lights

moulting into frozen dust

every chord you touch.

© Diana Mistera 9.2.2013

Aggiungi didascalia

 

CONFINED

I sleep between the gates of time

although my world

has turn to ashes,

I'm still its guardian.

You have dreamt me sometime

I was your friend

the one without a doubt

everytime you called me out.

I am the dream within the dream
and you are
the one seeking for redeem.
 

I am the last of my line

mortal and divine
I caress you with my kisses
and disappear in the haze

when you open your eyes

diving the frozen scenes

although confined.

© Diana Mistera 5.2.2013

 

 

THE CHARMER

You look at me so appealing

that I have to find a place

where to hide

but I am craving you so badly

that I leave my haven

to feed my lust.

My heart beatings accelarate

while I became the prey

and you, the charming hunter.

The sun is sleeping away

while the dark start its games

of pleassure and blood

holding me with your gaze

and your whispers stiffened

with brooding lies

words that you know I want to hear

so I will be yours also the next night.

 

©Diana Mistera 3.2.2013

ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS...

Is a point of no return

when you fall in love

deeper you fall

harder you have to crawl

in this endless suicide.

© Diana Mistera 31.1.2013

EMOTIONS

Link at the video in the program: Gli Alphaville in "Forever Young"

Saturday 26.1 in a italian program called I MIGLIORI ANNI, I have lived again those wonderful emotions that I had 28 years ago, tears were falling, tears of joy, because it was wonderful to see Marian in Italy again, in an italian program. I waited all day, look at the watch now and then because I live in Finland now so we have one hour of differece from Italy and I scared to get late, but I didn't. :)

I was very happy although a little bitter taste remain in my mouth, because not everybody knows that Alphaville have never stopped to make music, in 2010 Cathing Rays On Giant came out with 2 singles that went quite well in Germany, they are touring all the time and in spring will come ot the new cd, so I was expecting at least a couple of questions, but ...maybe because of Arnold Swrzenegher, not one of the musical guests has been interviewed like happened 2 weeks ago in the first episode of the program.

Anyway, italians now know Alphaville are still around, and I hope they will start to have interest again because is worth it.

Read it carefully and listen it to the end...and do it!

Call Me

Lyrics: Gold

 

You know I’ve never been in love, just read some books about it
You know I’ve never been with you before
But we can meet each other soon to taste a moment lost in life
The touch of fading memories
So if you want me in your life I swear I won’t forsake you
And play this tune to all the fools who fly where angels fear to tread

Just call me and I’ll make it, I’ll fill the black holes in your heart
Just call before you break it
Just call me and I’ll make it, I’ve been around right from the start
Just call me and I’ll take it to keep it save …

I know you better than myself, I’ve been around for so long
Your posters hanging on my wall – untouched
And all these bitches in your life, they made me sick and tired
I locked them up inside my mind, so deep
And now the time has come for you and me to keep our promise
This is your lucky day, the hunter’s captured by the game at last

Just call before we break it and fill the black holes in my heart
Just call and I will take it
Just call me and we’ll make it, you should’ve known we’ll never part
Just call and don’t forsake it, we’ll never part …

LET ME TRACK YOUR BLOOD!

 

WAR WITHIN

Static is the quiet around
while an army of beating drums
march in my heart and soul.
A long way away
the happiest silence
dreaming , remembering , tasting
the peace of the warrior
when the war is gone.
Now and again
beated, hitted, hitted and beated
wounds are open red as blood
the happiest hour so long gone
has left places only for memories to feed on.

© Diana Mistera 9.1.2013

NEWS

Hallo everybody!
I am happy to announce my partecipation to an event organized by Koneen Säätiö that will take place in Helsinki the 7th of February.
There will be a meeting in which  we will talk  and discuss new artistic and Multilingual projects  such as Runokohtaus, I will talk together with Timo Harju about it, and explain how immigrants poets and Finnish poets have worked together, and our experiences during the work.

FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR...

As I wake in this silence

with the remains

of what has captured my heart

I walk by

and smile at the past;

my life is lying there

splitting in million pages already written

and there is no need

to remember all the ways

because they came once again

to restart from the beginning

knowing that

we will never be an empty page

tore apart.

© Diana Mistera

My dearest,
there are things that we always have to make difference:
do what you like to do, what you are born to do, what all your life have rounded around and, what is actually your life after years and years of sacrifices

1. with the heart and the soul and only for yourself, for the sake of it , for the passion or
2. do it because you have to do

If you realized that you do it because you have to do, maybe is better that you forget the whole thing and start to find something else, certain things you must do because you want. You know the fans will always claps their hands whatever you say or do...they are fans...but I am not a fan, not anymore and see you going down for a stupid reason...it hurts me deeply.
You have had a bad day, every human has it, let it be just a bad day..not something else.

I am sure you haven't sacrificed all  because you have to be what people expect you to be...and I know that in those 2 years of silence you have understood that this thing is all what you are and want to be, you are the key and only you, and in 2001 when I first saw you, you were you.

I have seen your wonderful smile 2 days ago on the stage, I felt the love that for so long you had lost back in you, and I am sure it was just a slip out what happened yesterday, but please don't give up...don't let the stress burn you again...it will be a great loss if you will stop to do what you are doing the best...

I love you.

The shadow that smiles to you always
D.M.

THE SEAL

Suddenly
you feel like you felt the first time
while the hours running fast
to the next dawn
you don't know
if is something to be worried for
or
that old seal need to be resealed
like happened before
in many, many lifes and more
but
this time will be no mask on...

© Diana Mistera 25.12.12

 

 

NEWS

Hallo everybody,
this morning while I was checking my emails, I have found one that made me very happy.

One of my poem has been published in a site dedicated to new poets, is in italian language, but just to let you know

you can find it in facebook in HERE

and in the website in HERE


I wish you a good  Christmas holidays!

INFO

Hallo everybody!
for those that don't know yet, I have a page in facebook in which I publish more or less the same things I publish in the blogs, it is mostly in italian language, but if you want to follow me, just push the like button  here in facebook and share with friends :)

Thank You!

REVELATION 4

The kind of love that scare
is the one that is sacred dark and secret
nothing we can do than
give up at the losses of the time
live within the whispers of the souls
hold the screams of the hearts
die to reborn
with the remebrance of what was known.

© Diana Mistera 4.12.2012

REVELATION 3

Don't be the darkness for his lost soul
be the light to behold
your heart is
where he belongs
he looked for you, for too long.

Diana Mistera a voice within a dream 26.11.2012

HUNGER

All the voices of the night had died

the rain was falling like needles in my eyes

sang with it's muted sound

to the heart that was heavy

desperate with the need of this love.

The blood ran fast at the memory

of the last taste

deadly alive

within

its secret sin.

© Diana Mistera 8.11.2012

UPDATES

Hallo my friends!
I will partecipate at the Varsinais-Suomen Runoviikko, with the project Runokohtaus,in the city of Turku, I will read 2 of my poems both in Italian and finish language.
There will be many others poets and I am very happy and excited to be part of this. The exibitions will start at 20.00 and will be going until deep night, so I don't know when will be my turn.
The place where all this will take place is Ravintola Klubin-Kolo, Humalistonkatu 8a, Turku. 

I will try to get good quality pictures and video of my performance to put here in the blog, in my facebook page and in my youtube chanel.

Hope to see you there!

For more informations and for the program you can look in HERE.

MUSIC NEWS!

  I love it!

MESSAGE WITHIN THE DREAM

An angel came in my dream last night

embosomed with a wonderful light

his eyes were of an unbareble blue

where I went lost and fall through

He started to sing a song to me

"Let's talk with words

of this modern world

I am like a net with infinite wires

don't worry, you are my dearest child

things, will be alright

keep the flame strong and alive

'cause an angel will stand always

near by your side "


© Diana Mistera 10.10.12

DOOMED

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

STRUGGLE

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

LOST AND GONE

I'm moving in circles

and mark my wounds

in a golden and lonely afternoon

dreaming to reach my beloved moon

knowing this desire

belong to the fool.

I wasted my time chasing my illusions

and buried my heart with disillusion

a grave made of marble

in a temple beyond recall

when all my tears were so long gone.

© Diana Mistera 6.8.2012

FOREBODING SENSE OF EMPTINESS

Those days are like an empty show
where I entertain my shadows
When do I know when is right
to let you go or,
where I belong.

Shadows I entertain my shadows
playing chess with my ghost
a game thas is already lost.
Shadows, I entertain my shadows
and into the shadows I go.

I don't hear you anymore
my pain
is always an opened door
there's no reason to feel sorry for
just hold still for.

© Diana Mistera 21.7.2012

NEW-BORN

Dreams are falling

hit the floor

without no one catching them.
Shapes are fading
disappearing
into the metamorphosis of times.
Time for healing
and come out into the sun
knowing that it will not
burning me to ashes
but leading me to the light
to new dreams
to a new beginning
to the new side of me.

© Diana Mistera 13.7. 2012

FLAWS

Emotions escaped like falling chords from my heart
flaws are running fast in the giant mirror
escaping into the marble wall
is it really me what it reflected?
I can't stop them
why they are running so fast?
All in a sudden I step into the dark
and I am vanishing
everything around me fall in pieces
leaving behind only dust
and thousands of memories without an owner anymore.

© Diana Mistera 27.6.2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Happy Birthday dear Marian!

DIANA'S WISE MOMENTS N.2

...And there are those moments that you miss somebody so much that your brain goes in a sort of  blackout; you don't know where you belong anymore...then you sit and wait to resume your sanity somehow, waiting for the next time..knowing that it will happen again...hoping it will be as late as possible can be...

D.M. 19.05.2012

A POEM ON VIDEO

I have done my own chanel in youtube, this is my first attempt to make a video of one of my poem.
All rights reserved to Diana Mistera for Bloodlust poem.
Pictures are taken from the web.
Music: For You HIM.

Enjoy!

I love it! <3

Diana's wise minute

...There is the bad side and the good side of the memory...it depends always which kind of memory obsesses you...

(C) Diana Mistera

PAIN

I gave up long ago
and you still comeback
stronger than never before
and now,
running out of blood and hope
I wonder who are you?
And why me,have to fought
a battle in which
there will be never a winner or a looser.
You looked at me
you let me get in your soul
a privilege you haven't given to many
or is it a dammnation or a spell?
So
my love goes deeper
although I try to go far from you
but as far as I go
as desperate your scream cry at my soul
and I am again at the merci of your will
so desperate feeling the need of you
like a vampire feel the need of the fresh blood.

© Diana Mistera 21.4.2012

AWAY

Our words full of silences
our dreams full of a life
that we coud have had
or
we have had many lives ago
so many things unspoken
untold
unfold.
Secrets that leave the same question mark
Why?
Away, away say the hate
closer, closer say the love
and in this perpetual swing
our lives go on...

© Diana Mistera 2012

One wish for grant...

I wish ..is a very important word...and this thing I wish very strongly...I don't know if you will get this post some way..but hei Ville Valo, what about a cover about this wonderful song "Because the night" of Patti Smith? I know you don't like make covers..but your touch in here I believe will be something unique...

NEWS

Hallo everybody!
If you are interested in my book on going, please visit  HERE
Is my italian blog.
Have a good day!!!
Diana Mistera

RIPPED

And here again the silence

speaks with all its riddles

and it screaming in my head

so loud

that I am loosing my balance

and I'm falling

fading like those mirages that used to be beautiful.

And like a dying star

my light is fading in the universe

ripped.

© Diana Mistera 13.1.2012

MARTYR

I was the keeper of his dreams

the guardian of his heart

and the darkness took me in its cold embrace

now I see the light no more

and I wonder why I must bear this cross

walking with my bare foot in the flames

it is so heavy for my soul

but at least, in some way

is the only thing that keep us still entwined

and someday we will sit and

under the light

we will share all the pieces

and

there will be not anymore the need to hide

behind all those masks we have to put on everyday...

© Diana Mistera 13.01.2012

NEWS!

Hallo my friends!
As many of you know, I have also another blog where I write in italian.
I like to keep this Darklight one as was meant at the beginning, my darkrooom, the darkside of my soul, in which I write mostly poems, but as you know I am also a writer and I have also a short novel that I have published in June, in italian language called " IL SIGNORE DELLE OMBRE", and more to come.
So if you understand italian and you are interested in it, or if you are interested to follow me widely, click HERE
There you will find the reviews at my book, my interviews, and many many other interesting stuff!
Have a great day everybody!!!

PAGES

How many empty pages you have in your diary?

Some has been written
but the time conceal all with its fog

until we forgot what we want to say
Some are left incomplete
because we didn't find anymore words
some are tore apart
and others are wet with tears
but I have still
many pages left to write

many shots left to shoot!

Many tears left to cry
many lines full of joy
many fullstops full of sorrow.

© Diana Mistera  28.12.2011

HALO

Hallo my fallen angel
where have you gone?
Living me alone with all.
But
at the end of this
I will anyway stand at your grave
with the promises I have made
and
dissemble myself in the foolish parade
to stop this masquerade
with all my tears hidden,
for another million years.

© Diana Mistera 25.12.2011

COMEBACK

Comeback my fallen star
because every dawn you get more lost
Bind me with your grace
enchant me
show me your brightness
stop getting lost in the emptyness.
Comeback my little sun
when the winter is gone
the snow too come undone.

© Diana Mistera 2011

ILLUSIONS

You seemed in your stillness
to be as fragile as an empty shell.
I become accustomed
to the new limits
and limits define
everything once again.

We are illusions
of what is mortal,
The world is the illusion
of what could be.
The stage is an illusion
of what is real
all
is a big theatre

© Diana Mistera somewhere in 2005 from my first anthology WINGLESS

IN THE NIGHT

Is always by night that
the memories live a neverending rewind
that brutally is driven away without mercy
by the light of the dawn
leaving that familiar emptyness full of tears
and the dispair never shouted.
I am thinking about you my love
and the night bring me your words.
Suddenly
I want to frozen those shadows and echos
and vanishing forever in the night.

© Diana Mistera 2011

PURGATORY

Outside the gates of heaven
we stand and understand
that it is not our place.
With our broken hearts
we didn't see the danger
and now all the tears we cried
are those stones under our feets
the words not spoken are the chains
around our wrists.
I didn't give up to your love
I loved you all the time
and fought the cruel reality of your blindness
with all my love letters drawing
in the long forgotten sea.

© Diana Mistera 2011

MY SOUL

I am the fallen

you are what my desires enclosed

some tears will never fall
some words will never be spoken.
Read within my poetry
those words builded those chords
of the song that you have never sang
whatever walked in my heart
it singing alone this song to you.

© Diana Mistera 25.09.2011

BLADES

A beauty taint of sadness you appear on the stage
every breath you take is a falling chord
every note you sing is a lament painted with beauty
and it pierced me
before vanished in the shifted sands of time.
And I stay still
looking at you
and all those invisible broken mirrors
waiting a signal from the oblivion
with the old uncertainties
that like blades
stab me every twilight.

© Diana Mistera 2011

EVERMORE

Forever is a word that means more than people think
so deep the meaning
that embrace the eternity.

You say once
close your eyes in the night
call my name and I will be right by your side
lighting a candle calling your name
waiting that
you are somehow coming.

© Diana Mistera 2011

DAMAGE

And again I fell in your trap

burlesque angel

with the fire of a demon
and the wounds started to burn again
while I am licking and taste them
I know

they are my friends and I need them

and I know also that
when I play with you I will be without an helmet
and when everything will  feel like nothing
will come my old and faithful  friend :
the pain.

© Diana Mistera 2011

Chisu -Sabotage-

LABYRINTH

Your glorious eyes

reflected the evil of a million yesterdays,

in front of me

an eternity of bliss,

a million lifetimes of pleassure

a torment forged by million deaths.

A forbidden dream

in which

all your secret desires

become exciting possibilities

and your voice

the scream of my consciousness.

© Diana Mistera 16.08.2011

NEWS!!!

Well I have been quite silent lately...the reason is simple. The last months the inspiration came in italian so if you are interested in my italian poems you will find them soon in my other page

www.dianmistera.blogspot.com

In the meanwhile I have worked to another short story.

And I am glad to announce you that we will start the first work session for the translation of my italian poems into finnish language, saturday 13.08.2011 in Turku. Fingers crossed!!!

This is it for now.
Greetings
Diana Mistera

HEAVY- LAURI YLÖNEN-

I am so in love with this song... I can't get out it of my head!
I love this one Lauri, very much good job! :)

My Book!

Hallo at all!
here is the page where you can find my book "Il Signore delle Ombre".
Is a a short novel and is in italian language.
Within 6-8 weeks it will be available in all the on line shops as Amazon.
I want to thank all those friends whose have been near me during the work at this book! Thank you! you know who you are! :)

http://www.lulu.com/product/a-copertina-morbida/il-signore-delle-ombre/16052669?showPreview

WANDERERS

Every moment that has existed

and will exist

is hanging there,

above, beyond, within the time

every thought, every memory, every life.

We had gone by many names,

no matter which one we are using now

what matter is the memory,

your memory,

because I have already remembered all.


© Diana Mistera 5.6.2011

Il Signore delle Ombre - Diana Mistera-

Hello at all!


My first novel is out now! You can find it in http://www.lulu.com/ just write:


Diana Mistera "Il Signore delle Ombre",  or the Lulu button up on the left: click there and you will be transerred to the page where you can order it.


Or click in the title of this post and it will link you straight to the page .


The novel is in italian language.


Contact me, if you have questions!

Thanx a lot!

NOT AFRAID

Don’t be afraid when comes the dawn

you know for sure

the night will always fall.

At the moonlight



we dance our ball

not hearing the final call

echoing in the dance hall.





© Diana Mistera 31.3.2011