Marco Di Caprio

White Room (In Circles)

The autumn leaves are lifted by the wind,the trunks are torn and dragged from out the…
Medicine Bottle (In Circles)

Lithium lingers, cold within the veins,while nicotine ascends through breath and thought;a tempered stillness settles in…
Isolation (In Circles)

The rain consumes the air, the fog hangs low,I sit and watch my life dissolve in…
Post Traumatic (In Circles)

They call it love —and then it is pain. They call it longing —and then it…
Arriving Somewhere But Not Here (In Circles)

My soul, wounded by pain,becomes a corrupted genome,without form, without end,adrift in restless waves. The fragments…
Angel of Death (In Circles)

With a grim and solitary air,I wandered through an abandoned quarter of the town.Nerves on edge,…
Virus of Love

I was a knight,lost in the digital night.You, an eternal princess,clothed in deceit, dressed in light.…
Stuck Inside a Cloud

My soul is an ocean of withered symbols.Those symbols are my impermanent words.They represent a harmless…
1-The Cafe

That morning, the sun did not rise.It expanded, almost threateningly. By eleven, the main street of…
The Treasure and The Mystery

Dear friend, behold the treasure of Hotu Matua,A relic held in ancient earthly fame;It shineth fair…