Saturday, March 16, 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


Thursday, March 07, 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




Thursday, February 28, 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
 
 

Thursday, February 21, 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


Monday, February 18, 2013

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

Saturday, February 09, 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

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Tuesday, February 05, 2013

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
 
 


Sunday, February 03, 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


Thursday, January 31, 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

Monday, January 28, 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.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

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!

 

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

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

Monday, January 07, 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.


Tuesday, January 01, 2013

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






Saturday, December 29, 2012

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.




Tuesday, December 25, 2012

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
 
 


Monday, December 17, 2012

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!


Tuesday, December 11, 2012

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!