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This collection arises from the desire to explore the power of words and emotions and reflects the moments, thoughts, and sensations I have experienced on my journey. Poetry, for me, is a form of expression that goes beyond simple communication. It is a means through which we can entrust words with everything that is difficult to translate into ordinary speeches. It is a way to capture the essence of our experiences, our deepest feelings, and our most intimate reflections. I hope that these poems can resonate with you, that each verse is an invitation to reflect, to feel, and to connect with our humanity, in its splendor and complexity.
In this poetic journey, you will immerse yourselves in a world of poems that deeply explore the human essence, embodied by the "codes of the soul," as well as poems that scrutinize the influence of modern technologies, embodied by the "bytes of reality."
"Soul Codes and Bytes of Reality" celebrates the vastness of the human experience, passionately addressing themes ranging from the search for meaning to contemplation of our place in the digital age. This book represents a poetic invocation to explore the boundaries of the human soul, to merge the depths of the psyche with technological innovation, to intersect the path of emotions with the world of artificial neural networks.
It is a challenge to consider the duality between the soul and technology in a new light, to blend the beauty of poetry with the complexity of the modern era. You are welcome to a world of poems that traverse boundaries, spanning the depths of the soul and the digital reality in which we live.
Introduction written by ChatGPT.
Senses
Devotion attraction
sacredness of the body
arrives through the senses
great revealers of one's unique destiny
a singular contact between soul and body
they smell they gaze they experiment on life
disdainful of social privileges
they strip their bodies of imposed languages
and clothe them with intimate nature
nothing is more regal than a life lived thus.
BioRob Twins
One is biological the other robotic
two worlds have met side by side
twins born of steel and flesh
withinthem an insatiable desire for knowledge thrives
leading to possession of one by the other.
whatchallenge awaits the abyss of human myth
in the age of robotic twins infinitesimal surprises
answers that the present cannot bestow
perhaps it's the eternal struggle between science and humanity
where the human heart meets the cold gears
but in their embrace a growing union is born
robotic twins a new chapter on a journey
to uncharted horizons where everything is remote
where the unknown blooms and knowledge lives.
Garden of the Soul
To find oneself at the end of days
yet not have grasped
the infinitesimal divine essence
not a single tear from an uncultured eye
shall lead you to dead-end places
an exhaled forest in your presence
infinite possibilities for those who dare
a small secret advice
nature does not reveal but
nature grants to those who ask.
Evanescence
If the body alludes to evanescence
something prevents us from touching it
yet feelings exist within it
how can such a distortion be possible
who knows if one day the mystery
will unveil if someone
else can approach
and touch it without
evanescence intervening.
Technological Life
A world of words sounds
and synthetic images surround me
an empathic force binds us together.
Memory of an abandonment
That day he let go of my hand
with the intention to walk
his life's song detached from me
separate paths
I remember tears with no way out
his response, a silent one
my mind clouded by his silence
and only time, with its sunny days
restored light to my feelings.
Varied are the flowers
Sensitive are the hands to their touch
flowers born on desolate roads
a God who follows from a distance on paths
strangely unusual and unknown to most
paths granted to a few lives
complicated and strong.
Deception
They deceived
a little bird on the street
its delicate feathers broken
its purity defiled
it was struck
by birds who have
learned how to survive.
Ideals
The idea of doing something great
has made my life feel small.
War war war
How many afflictions to the inflicted
spreading blood for the lust of power is sorrowful
Inflicting the enemy with gleaming swords of hatred
burning a frozen body
incandescent memories
senseless conflicts
for those not predisposed to ambitious destinies
if I weren't so fragile to listening I would fall
into the depths of divine feeling
from the strong and tenacious beat in my fist
life bursts forth with luxurious silence.
God help me understand the human race.
SMS
A message of abandonment
a death knell for the soul
the desire to sink together
into those moments of ecstasy
destined to oblivion
it's hard to bear the pain.
Memory
The waves stir the boat
just like a memory can
revive a past story.
Justice
Do not linger incredulous dragonfly
the sunset doesn't declare the end
of a day but the beauty of
a majestic dusk
the becoming looms incessantly
and we poor humans deserving
of justice should not dwell on grand
strategies but on what
Mother Nature offers us day after day
colorful flowers sketch masterful gardens
pity the poor in spirit
the devil looms with fragrance and coins
selfishness and health hell is not the solution.
Do not walk devil upon defenseless bodies
responsibilities happen to those who seek them
the detachment from the ground makes me soft
as a feather I cannot and do not want to ignore
footsteps that don't resonate with my soul
everything is possible to perceive with the
incongruous fragrance of being
unbelieving constellations look at me
accompanied by delicate eyelid flutters
and justice advises souls accompanied by fervent instincts.
Substances and matters not dictated by thought
produce immature fruits
a field cultivated in such a way does not yield
good nourishment administering a serum
renders the other defenseless to one's desires
sometimes we fall victim to others' wills
I cannot exclude plagiarism.
Dystopian Society
The natives won't come with us
when we migrate to other planets
they'll turn their eyes to our silent gazes detached
suffocated by intimate dismay
they'll see us fly away
and incredulous at our decisions
as if we haven't seen
what nature should have shown us
they'll feel the responsibility
to reinvent a history
a new world
they don't even know.
Hybridization of Man and Machine
The boundary between the real and the virtual
is blurring in the mind
sensory perceptions are relinquished to their feeling
and nature watches without judgment
perhaps it has not yet understood how far
we humans intend to go
a mysterious future awaits us.
A Toxic World
Bad news for the soul
despite it all I want to live
and with my electronic devices
I look at reality as I want it to be
detaching myself from the real
I get closer to humanity.
Femininity
I have my femininity
always considered a game
the men a little less.
Humanoids
Diabolical events unexplored gleams
beyond the laws of the future
machines subject to judgment and recriminations
human surprises the universe preserves for us
to corrupt the body for eternal purposes
is a temptation so strong to turn
soul and body into a common human heritage
and perhaps the universe sneers at our expense
the intimate nature turns its gaze inward
and draws from the world with its reflection
nothing can be grasped
and subdued by it
in the decline of possibilities
the reason for being and living increases.
End of the Story
A marble statue
is about to crumble it
resembles the story
man has finished his tale
and we all agree on it
individual incapacity
to rescue it
a new era awaits us
roads ready to be traveled
toward the unknown and a new world.
Free Spirits
When the sunset comes
with its blood-red light
the free spirits will keep
voluptuous promises
a grand nighttime market
sensual bodies for sale
buying and selling
and then the evanescent dawn.
100 Years
A rebellious age indeed
taking off socks in the midst of winter
requires good health
an incongruous smile ensues
I don't feel inclined to subject
anyone to the ecstasy of life
smiling wholeheartedly
until the very last of days
what fruitful thoughts arise from this
nature offers compelling invitations
for those who know how to listen
gentle harmonies sublime sensations
living in the regret
of not being what one believed
does not strengthen the mind
nature acquiesces to only a few chosen ones
a difficult principle to digest
a fiery rebound
the result of lances rich in pain
facing the unfinished I paint myself with sadness.
Dependency
A gaze within myself the desire
to listen to me and answer myself
but it's difficult to decipher myself to see myself
crystal clear and transparent so that
the fleetingness surrenders
and everything remains still immobile
and only other people's time
decides for me.
Unawareness
Skills are lacking
uncertainties increase
a roar in the darkness
shatters everything
the lens of that time too weak
to remain intact the disaster is inevitable.
Postponement
Today a dominant force tells me tomorrow
it strangles me daily
maybe for years and then I wonder
why I can't take those small steps
they could make me feel better
isn't it better to follow our desires
rather than our fears?
anyway today is a no
and everything continues as always
endless waiting is mine.
Intimate Nature
Who are you reveal yourself
illuminated paths pour over my face
the choice is in one of them
awareness guides me heart pounding in my throat
feet hesitating toward the outcome
but the sun is high and nature abundant
my clothes rest upon my body
accompanying me with delicate sensations
the path breaks open
the sound bears witness to my steps
my hair agrees and lends itself to the sun
a golden blond is the result
I get closer and closer to the house
my steps on the broken path accompany the cicadas
the trees encircling the avenue are behind me
now it's your turn broad and high marble staircase
your appearance is noble everything about you is beauty
your steps rejoice at my presence
the game begins let everything unfold
I'm at the door I knock I ring
who are you reveal yourself.
Conditions of Life
An impassable limit marks the boundaries
or rather
sometimes crossing the borders is allowed
but the permission to pass is governed by gendarmes
faithful to their duty
and perhaps feeling observed in
one's own nature is offensive and humiliating
but after all the path is crossed
and acceptance dictates reason
other times nothing is permitted
and one remains where they were born
the fate of those destined to be silent
this world is governed by strange laws
the most potent and fertile is undoubtedly
the doctrine of selfishness
certainly those who taste its fruits
honor their table with sublime pleasures
their body looms large over the world
inviting with confidence weak and hungry eyes.
I'm not talking about God I'm talking about man
too many things escape those who turn to the soul
art strives and attempts in its beauty
to shape the world in the beautiful and the good
but the spirit is strong and diabolical
strong too strong human too human.
Mystery of Life
As I contemplate my origin's trace
who I am and where destiny lies
within me a void begins to embrace
and in those moments I realize
I'm but a fragment of this cosmic space
connected to the universe's grand size
all else becomes mere existence's face
life's enigma where humankind complies.
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