http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dom%20Barra The original writings of author DOMI' en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776084874 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Amore cronico, amore patologico, amore euforico, amore tossico, amore metodico, amore matematico, amore logico, amore sinfonico, amore ciclico, amore tipico, amore atipico, amore catartico, amore mistico, amore classico, amore catodico, amore blasfemico, amore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/397766/  Il tempo  Il tempo, pensiero astratto. Un quadro dipinto con tratti di luminosita’ oro e oscurita’ Bianca. Un automatismo celestiale, incontrollabile, inarrestabile, surreale. Il tempo che non e’ materia con te ha preso forma. Ha un Corpo, un viso, un sorris.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/397765/  Si, cosi’. Anzi, un poco piu’ verso sinistra. No, no, quella e’ la destra, ho detto sinistra. Ecco cosi’, ci siamo quasi. Un poco piu’ verso il basso, perfetto. Perche’ guarda con quella faccia? Lo so che e’ la prima volta ed e’ piccolissi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/397764/ Work inspired from newspaper reading and the "mala" informations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/397668/ surrealism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/391238/ Surrealism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/391237/ During my slow, passive, tormented, unsecure, blurred and cruel time,Creature of the mother father beast of your undesired absence and my damned mind,While I remember the drops of sun of what were your autumn lips,Where are your timid and precious thoughts?Where do you leave your peach and h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/328961/ What people can say?What people can say,I would love to know,What people said before they died?Before they shut their eyes for the last time.Children and old people die.Death doesn’t take much time.That’s why she is so terrible.She needs less than a secondTo take year.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/280066/ I stared at those pictures for hours,Hours and hours.The Tirrean Sea there on the floor in front of me.I could feel the salty air and the wet sand on my skin.I could smell the hot sea breeze with my eyes,I could feel the flow pulling me away from the shore.And surprisingly even with my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/280065/ That sparkle in my eyes now it feels like a splinter.My eyes are so sore that I can feel the heat.Tears fall and burn.Your shadow is in my eyes.Not even a shadow for my soul.I cry,You are indifferent and mute.You cry,My voice is louder than your tears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/280064/ Swimming all around,Floating quickly high to the top.Quickly,Too quickly.I reached the top too quickly.Too quickly.Don’t panic!Stay still and relaxed.Look!A better sight down there.Exiting!A fast sprint from side to side,Swimming all around,Straight quickly down to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/280063/ You will never see my world,I am on my own.I thought you looked through my eyes,But I was wrong.You will never see my world,I am on my own.I thought I looked through your eyes,But I was wrong.You will never see my world,I am on my own.Everything feels miles away.I looked as f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/280062/ You broke the soil of my reality like an earthquake,I am going down.I am going down towards the centre of my life,That you turned into hell in an instant.Few mute words paralyzed my gravity numb flying.Then, a sharp rusty silent took my wings away.You served them on a burning tray to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/280060/    A charcoal room cage of the ghosts,Empty deaf walls with memories in their blind paper eyes,Silent half-closed drawers filled with stars, moons and trash,A dusty cold window with the view on a sky I have never seen,A wardrobe that bares few secrets and hides a mask,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/276630/ You turned my mood gently to happiness.Then you turned your back,And quickly disappeared away.You drained my blood into a bowl of silence,Then you poured it on my fire that went off.You brought light and then shade on my imaginationYour shadow on the wall near the bed where we slept.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/276468/ It is all just in one of your touchAs you lay down,I leave my gentle perception lasting on your lips.These moments make you shiver,I feel it softly growing under my finger's tips.The beat starts at the crossing of our eyes.Your hairs are golden arches over your shoulders,The candle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/276466/ You are Autumn Come back here,Where you didn’t belong to,Where I didn’t belong to,But where we are suppose to be.We can not escape.It’s because destiny.I want to write our story on the leaves of every treeAnd Autumn will never arrive.Unfortunately,You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/276465/ VelenoPrecipito dall’immensità delle tue labbraVerso il cielo del tuo collo.La mia lingua è un pugnale lanciato da un cieco.Roteo tra le nuvole dei tuoi seni,Trafiggendo l’arcobaleno del tuo piacereTra macerie e pensieri,I nostri corpi al terreno come pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/276463/ Just for youEvery story I will write,I will write them for you.Every colour I will mix,I will mix them for you.Every line and shape I will draw,I will draw them for you.Every breeze I will breathe,I will breathe them for you.Every light I will shine,I will shine them for you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/276461/ The gates of divine immagination of love I was holding a wish in my mouth one afternoon,You wanted me to blow it in a flower.Lights obscure the deepest corners of perception,I shut my eyes to see better through my mind.Hypno took my hand and I followed him behind.I flew throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/271561/  The night will come and she will have your lipsThe night will come and she will have your lips.She will serve me honey kisses on silver sticks.Warm wax will fall out from my mouth in a bowl of water.I will turn each of your tears into paint.I will drop thousands of colou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/271559/ surrealist poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/271556/ To a partisanBandits and rebels,Resistence,Revolution,Opposition.These words drew a scenario in my mind.I was trying to stare at you in the eyes but,I was not strong enough.Your eyes had beat death sixty years ago,You with your love had beat the war. I looked at those .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/271555/ Love storyThe story repeats itself again,And again, again, again, again,Again, again, again, again, again.It’s me but I don’t know what I want.I feel like I do,but because the story repeats itself again,Again, again, again, again, again,Again, again, again, again,I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/271554/ Short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/271553/ Short story momologue of a insonne http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/271552/ Short story in italian http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/271551/ Monologue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/271549/ short story in italian, monologue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/271547/ Short story in italian- monologue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/271545/ Short story in italian http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/271540/ Where my eyes are staring atWhat does it mean,Whatever comes through my eyes,Whatever my mind forces me to believe?Shall I be bothered about it,Shall I just pass my hand over my eyes and forget about it?I don't know what I am searching for.I don't always look at where my eyes are s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/265983/ A winter day in MayI am going where the stars are falling.Come and look for me where the fire is burning.If I am not there, search for me where the ashes are blowing.Please, come only if you've got your diamond heart with you,Otherwise I prefer to be just with me, myself and I.It's not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/263813/ Dedication to my muse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/258977/ A story that started as automatic writing. A surrealist allegoric dada story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/256255/ Verses of love written all in one moment because there were not time to waste otherwise she could be gone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/256254/ I believe art to be an inner desire of oneself to comunicate either a personal point of view or a personal experience often achieved through either own work or as part of a group. I believe art to be a vocation and not a profession. I believe there is a massive difference between who makes art for v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/252412/ "I am what I am and what I am is enough". We live in an era where social identity is often spoilt and corrupted by an increasing competitiveness between individuals often demanded by the authorities and corporations with the aim of achieving the myths of the "Superman/wonderwoman&quot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/252409/ Pure Heaven I see her, she is right in front of me.She is light like snow. She is pure heaven.I touch her with my tender eyes.I smell her with my canine eyes.I hear her with my devout eyes.I taste her with my avid eyes.I can’t resist her, I need to let me have her.Ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/232552/   Vago nella notte fredda verso l'orizonte Fermo,Distorto,Disonesto.Impuro di fronte la verità.Vestito di una blu valigia.Ricopro l'erba con acqua fredda gelatinosa.Fioriscono lontano le voci dei passanti.Riesco a vedere le luci di un ponte... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/232478/ White as charcoal,Black as snow.Heavy as blue smoke,Light as uranium.These are what I am going to be.I saw my self reflected in a grain of salt.Everything is so sweet. In a Grain of Salt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/232473/ Automatic writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/232438/ Automatic writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/212737/ Who am I?I have no face.I have no shapes.I have no voice.You can’t see me.You can’t catch me.You can’t shut me up.I can move fastAnd go everywhere.You can’t stop me.I live on walls.You can’t put me down.I live on things.You can’t thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/212701/ They want me backThey want me back,They want me back home.I don’t want to go,I really don’t want to go.Those voices again,Please no,Please let me stay.Those words again,Please no,Please let me stay.Those faces again,Please no,Please let me stay.Those laugh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/212699/ The course of life in the sea paranoia   Wonderful and tragic the course of life.Caged in a circle, prisoner of time.There is a way to escape it written on a knife.Fear is the punishment; thinking is the crime. Spying with one sick eye, often going too far,Memo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/212694/ No echoes in our ValleyWe met,But I didn’t think it could have ever been,But it happened, to us, like that.No words,Just gestures,Cuddles,Shining skin under the sheets.Eyes closed for lasting pleasure,Hearts slowed down to relax and start again.There we were; mute.Day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/212684/ Little song for MadelineTaken away by someone unknown.When you will be back nobody knows.You are just a young English rose.Life is nothing for you,Madeline,Madeline. Everyone is your friend.Everyday is a holiday.You don’t know what is hell.And why should hell exi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/212679/   Please, don’t go.Stay there.Don’t leave.I want to tell you something about you.So please, don’t go.Stay there.Don’t leave. I want to put a smile upon your face.I want to dry the tears in your eyes.So please, don’t go.Stay the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/212674/ A poem about war, a poem about life, a poem about death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dom-Barra/212661/