Und alle vergessen dich schon

Wie ein Geist, der in meinen Gedanken spukt … Du tauchst auf in einem Moment, mit dem hast du doch gar nichts zu tun. Meine Gedankenwelt ist wohl dein Wohnort … Allerdings, nur dort … Mein Patenkind fragt mich, warum ich keine Freundin hab und ob ich denn noch nie eine hatte … „Doch mein Schatz, bei deiner Geburt war sie dabei … Kannst du dich noch an sie erinnern? Sie hat immer mit dir gemalt auf deinem Zimmer“ … Und während ich in seine Augen schaue denke ich ‚oh man, das ist doch noch gar nicht so lange her. Du bist erst fünf und du warst zwei als sie ging‘ … Und ich frage mich, warum denk Ich denn noch an dich … Immer wieder mal, taucht dein Geruch auf meinem Kissen auf … Immer wieder mal, bist du es, die mich in meinem Traum, aus meinem Traum raus haut … Immer wieder denk ich an dich und alle vergessen dich schon … Du warst doch was besonderes dachte ich, einfach unvergesslich, dachte ich … Und das leben fährt fort, auch ohne dich, merk ich sehr bedauerlich … Warum ist dann das aufwachen aus dem Traum wie Mord … Warum sterbe ich innerlich wenn ich deine Stimme zu hören glaub … Warum bist ausgerechnet du so tief in mir drinnen, dass ich deinetwegen heul … Nach Liebe kommt Hass und verflucht hab ich dich schon … Nach jedem Traum von dir und der Feststellung, dass du nicht an meiner Seite liegst … Ich deinen Duft, doch nicht riech … Und alle vergessen dich schon … Dass ich dich noch Liebe, sage ich nicht … Nur dass ich jedesmal sterbe wenn ich merke, dass du nicht bei mir bist. Dich nur dafür hasse, weil du mir noch heute eine Träne stiehlst … Mir das peinlich ist … Wie mein Patenkind würde ich gerne an dich denken … Diese Frau, kenn ich nicht … Da war ich wohl noch klein und auch ohne sie wurde ich alt … So wichtig war sie wohl nicht … Person gelöscht, auf nimmer wiedersehen … Wie schön muss es sein Kind zu sein … Alle vergessen dich schon … Aber ich bin wie ein Stein am Gehwegrand, du kickst ihn vor dich hin und steckst ihn irgendwann mal ein … Du warst meine Person, mein Halt … Und ich könnte dich dafür hassen, dass du mich in einen Fluss warfst … Doch ich muss mich bedanken da es kein See war und ich schon bald im Meer auf andere Steine traf … Doch in meinem Dasein als Stein, war deine Hand die einzige, die mich trug und warm hielt. Mir den Halt gab, den ein Stein eigentlich nicht verdient … Liebe ist kalt unter Steinen weil jeder Stein noch an seine Person glaubt, ihn auf der Wasseroberfläche sieht wenn er nach oben schaut … Auf eine Hand hofft, die ihn aus diesem kalten nass in warme Hände nimmt doch dass geschieht nicht … Jede zufällige Berührung fremder Haut war kalt und ich wusste, das ich wieder neben einem weiteren stein lieg … Ich hab den Ozean schon durch und roll jetzt wieder den Fluss rauf … Ich suche den Gehweg und hoffe, dass du wieder vorbei läufst … Für dich würde ich wieder, Fluss abwärts und durch den ganzen Ozean rollen … Und alle, vergessen uns schon … Doch ich weiss noch, wie du ich mich aus den Dreck hebst und wir zu zweit, einen sehr weiten warmen weg gingen … Ich vergesse dich, Niemals …
Vincenzo Dei Leoni

Wrong number

Seven o clock in the morning,
I was sleeping …
I go to bed one hour ago,
so i was sleeping deep …
I hear voices, screaming my name,
„Dei Leoni“, „Dei Leoni“,
and knockin at the door …
What for a fucking dream, i think …
Knock, knock, bam, bam …
I sleep, thinking it was a bad dream, a really bad one …
Till someone knocks at the window of my bedroom, then i realize,
It’s not a dream …
Jumping out of the bed and open the window.
A police officer, screaming something …
I close the window immediately,
jump in my living room,
take my weed …
Throw it back my garderobe and then i go to open the door …
I switched the key to open the door
and it seems to explode …
They wait just for the click of the key and then they give a kick at the door …
The first two officers come in,
take me and right in front of the wall …
„Hands at the back!“
And all the other officers come in,
they are fourteen …
„Perhaps he have a weapon in his pants!“ Say some of then …
„That’s my cock!“ …
Idiot! I wear only shorts, i was sleeping!
„Hold on!“ I say …
„What the fuck you want from me?“, i ask …
„You have some papers, a permission?“ i ask …
„We don’t need it, you are dangerous, a criminal!“ …
They have to proof that! …
„One second, i call my advocate!“ …
So they allowed to make one call …
I go to my bedroom, to take my
phone, they follow, like dogs …
I’m nervous, a lot …
I know, they have to found only one thing of all and i never get out …
I take my phone, searching the number but the touchscreen doesn’t work …
I getting nervous, much more …
Fucking Phone, i think,
What for a fucking phone …
I found the number,
and call …
„Hello?“
I hear this voice …
Fuck! …
No! …
This voice …
No …
I closed my eyes and realize,
It’s my mother …
Wrong number …
„Hey mum“ i said …
And the police officer screams …
„Whats going on? Who is screaming there? Vincenzo! What’s going on?“
My mother at the phone …
Fourteen officers screaming, making stress …
„Sorry mum, wrong number! I call you later!“
And i close the phone,
Even before she can say a word …
My only thought, ‚Sorry mum!‘ …

Vincenzo Dei Leoni

Bullets flying around

South italy, a cave, a big one …
One entrance near the road, one entrance from the ocean.
In this cave we are twelve people,
Three trucks and three SUV’s.
We are waiting for the boats,
to take the charge …
It’s dark, illuminated only by the lights of one car.
We can not put all the lights on, so we sit there, talk and wait …
Some of us are near the trucks and talk, i sit on a rock at the entrance from the ocean …
Looking straight, searching signs …
Finally i hear something, they arrive …
Ok, now everything has to go fast …
The first boat arrived, one minute, discharged. The second one, done …
Everything is on the trucks,
Everything ok, we thought …
My Phone rings, „Go, go, go, Police, Police! Get out of there, NOW!“ …
I look at the guys with a frozen face,
we hear the sound of cars, coming near …
„Fuck! We have to move, now! Fuck off the trucks, everybody in the cars!“ …
Three seconds later, engine starts …
I wait, like a captain on a sinking boat …
The sounds of the other two cars in this cave starting with full speed was awesome …
I wait, other ten seconds,
adjusting the mirrors and the seat of the car, my only thought, i have to drive fast! …
Bang, bangbangbangbang …
They start to shot at the other two cars …
Now i put the gas complete down,
leave the clutch and fullspeed out of this cave …
We are four in my car,
„Put your heads down!“
because i know, they hear me coming, shooting stops …
I imagine the scene, how all the officers hear that amazing sound of this V8, thinking by them self, ‚what the fuck …‘ …
All of them, put the guns and the riffle in direction cave, from where i come …
I know, they will shot again, versus us …
I can see the lights of their cars,
one second later, bangbangbangbangbang …
Everything seems in slowmode …
I pass them watching them all,
looking in the eyes of everyone,
Someone behind the cars, someone behind the rocks …
One of them, is shooting with closed eyes … They are afraid, i’m not …
My thoughts are clear, i know where to go, i know what i have to do …
Adrenalin? No! I’m cool, in this moments, always …
Thoughts comes later, thoughts come now …
No one dies, no one got …
Everyone arrives at home …
The cars? The cars are gone …
But it’s not my problem, they was stolen …
Finally, i sit in my own car, alone …
Try to switch off my thoughts, what i’ve done, what i see …
During all the drive home, thinking only, ‚Don’t think!‘ …
Arrived, without remembering the road that i’ve done …
I open the door at home …
„Hey honey, everything ok? You look tired …“
„Yes babe, i’m tired, tired from the road …“ …
„Your parents, everything ok?“ …
My parents? I don’t know …
„Yes babe, everything ok …“ …
Everything ok, i visit my parents …
Sure … …

Vincenzo Dei Leoni

Gentleman

Attention, ugly words …
Perhaps, wait, for sure!
Adults only …
Start …
My phone rings
„Hey, are you at home?“
„Yes baby, waiting for you!“
I turn off the phone,
without saying a word.
Take the key for the car and start …
One-eighty throw the city,
on the other side.
„Don’t be gentle!“
I told to my self …
„Don’t be a gentleman!“
I repeat it again …
Arrived …
She’s just waiting at the door,
watch me parking
and getting out of the car.
„I hear your car!“ She sad, „like everybody else i think.“ …
My answer, „You want to talk about cars?“
Walking straight to her.
„No! No i mean“
And i start to kiss her during she talks …
„Let’s go in or i fuck you now on the car …“
I said and i mean it for real,
This girl is hot, i mean hot hot hot …
But, but …
Only for one thing,
there’s a reason,
for this treating …
„Ok, let’s go in!“
She said …
We just closed the door
and starts.
Pushing her at the the door,
kissing, having her legs just around …
In my hands, this fantastic ass …
First round, starts …
I think …
„Wait, wait!“
She said, what the fuck wait?
We didn’t start …
„What wait? Waiting for what?“
„I, i have my“
„Noo! No, you are kidding!“
„I try to advise you at the phone but you closed the call!“
„What? What the fuck you called me? For talking? You have invited some friends? Making cupcakes?“
She’s silent, sad …
I feel like an asshole, i know …
‚Don’t be gentle!‘ I think …
Repeating this, again …
„I go!“
Without saying a word i go
out of the door.
A fast going out because
we stayed all the time on the other side of the door …
I hear she start to cry …
I wait 10 seconds and then
I looked at my car …
Put the engine on
And starts …
Thoughts off,
because now, now i have to drive fast! … … …

Vincenzo Dei Leoni

Equal

Everyone, me, you and yes,
You too …
Everyone is equal,
talking about love,
talking about friends,
talking about war …
No one likes, everybody does …
Someone with the gun,
Someone with the hands …
Someone for love that in someway ends …
Someone for a love,
that he will never reach …
Fighting with his fists,
try to survive …
The most of us,
Need somebody on his side.
Someone, stay alone till he dies …
Everyone, is equal like someone …
No one
Is original or unique …
No one, is better with a rolex …
No one, is better with nothing …
Think … Think …
Equal, or not …
Substitutable, someone …
No one, no one!
Racist, i don’t know …
Someone who loves someone,
Or something,
But why you so stupid?
You don’t see?
Equal, you and me …
Only Girls,
They are different …
And if you hate them,
Then you are really really stupid!
Equal, i mean men …
Women’s? They are all different,
even from each other …
I don’t know what they think …
My head explodes if i try …
There must be an absolutely chaos in their brain,
but they managed it,
and it’s working …
We are like dogs,
If they want that …
Strong, strong …
Bullshit …
Love …
Equal …
For all …
Everybody, ohh love …
Your touching, your voice is like music, One soul,
destiny, and for the rest of my life …
Everybody, everybody lies …
Equal, or not …

Vincenzo Dei Leoni

About words, about me

Nobody, i am!
Just writing, my things …
My writing, hmmmm …
Like sightseeing,
a city, a bridge …
You see all, but nothing …
Travelling in a shuttle, thru the city …
At night, in the dark, blindfolded eyes, darkness you see …
My writing, my life …
Nobody, that’s me …
Darkness, mystery,
Arrogant and relaxed,
The King of my self!
Don’t care about what you think,
It’s not talking, its‘ writing!
Don’t ask a book,
It’s biting …
Stupid words rollin …
Rollin, rollin …
Smoking? Yes!
Cigarettes?
Only for tuning …
Need to be calm,
Otherwise i kill someone …
Or two … Or three …
So i write,
Stupid things like this …
You need to smoke,
to know what i mean …
Smoke, to stay calm,
Relaxed, under the sun …
Like a Lion, but an old one …
Forty degrease, africa …
Lying under the tree
and know, I am King …
Still a Lion,
Even if laying,
Stoned, under the tree …
Even the Lion,
It’s part of my name …
Words … Writing …

Words, just written …
Strange things …
Rollin … Rollin …

Vincenzo Dei Leoni

Smoke, thinking

Stop breathing!
Inhale, smoking …
Stop! Waiting …
Once more, smoking …
Inhale … Breathing …
Waiting … Waiting …
Writing … Waiting …
Thoughts … Forgetting …
Realizing … Nothing …
Everything, breathing …
Everyone, thinking …
Ok … The most of us, thinking …
Someone, only breathing …
Without thinking …
Without reading …
And it’s all right …
He’s living …
He’s blind, but still breathing …
He’s happy, he didn’t see something …
No thoughts about bad world …
No thoughts about freaks …
Everyone, lives for him …
He comes, he’s king …
Hello! Your wrong!
My town, my city!
I’m king! You are like billy,
The dog how‘ fucking the leg of miss piggy …
Wake up! Wake up!
Or go home,
Where you are king
And you can fuck your dog
and do what you want!
Here! Smoke!
Get your feet’s
at the ground!
Take a seat,
Let’s talk …
I just see you,
And i know …
Your parents are sisters, i’m right? …
Ok, let’s go on …
Here’s the contract,
Now you’r my own …
„What?“ …
No what!
Signature please, even with blood! …
„But, but … “
It’s written, read!
Between point seven
And thirty eight …
Relax! Smoke!
Stop breathing …
And read …

Vincenzo Dei Leoni