Sometimes, it is rather better not to look back, because I can no longer see you, nor feel you inside my heart, knowing that my heart only beats for nothing and no one, that it is only a physiological function, rather than, beating for someone like you and make me feel sad about things. And sometimes, I wonder, looking at the night sky, and realize that this is the only way— to close my eyes and reimagine you once more and let it go, to let you go, letting the wind take you and far from my sight.

— Chuck Akot, Niente e nessuno

Sometimes, it is rather better not to look back, because I can no longer see you, nor feel you inside my heart, knowing that my heart only beats for nothing and no one, that it is only a physiological function, rather than, beating for someone like you and make me feel sad about things. And sometimes, I wonder, looking at the night sky, and realize that this is the only way— to close my eyes and reimagine you once more and let it go, to let you go, letting the wind take you and far from my sight.

— Chuck Akot, Niente e nessuno

Sometimes, it is rather better not to look back, because I can no longer see you, nor feel you inside my heart, knowing that my heart only beats for nothing and no one, that it is only a physiological function, rather than, beating for someone like you and make me feel sad about things. And sometimes, I wonder, looking at the night sky, and realize that this is the only way— to close my eyes and reimagine you once more and let it go, to let you go, letting the wind take you and far from my sight.

— Chuck Akot, Niente e nessuno

I imagine you to be the brightest star, but you are lightyears away, how I take my longing to be with you, does the river know how I become yours, or the robins question the existence of your charming face, does the bridge align with destiny, or perhaps, the quiet adamant look of the trees as they age experience the same way as I love you, but I love you hereon, and though as I carefully wonder, what kind of patience has been with me all along, to feel you in all things, to feel you inwardly, and as though the meekness of my heart is rekindled by this happiness, but as I say, it is not long lasting, and after all, my sadness will soon blanket me again, heavy eyes, sleepless nights, cold feet and naked arms.

— Chuck Akot, Finalmente lo so

I imagine you to be the brightest star, but you are lightyears away, how I take my longing to be with you, does the river know how I become yours, or the robins question the existence of your charming face, does the bridge align with destiny, or perhaps, the quiet adamant look of the trees as they age experience the same way as I love you, but I love you hereon, and though as I carefully wonder, what kind of patience has been with me all along, to feel you in all things, to feel you inwardly, and as though the meekness of my heart is rekindled by this happiness, but as I say, it is not long lasting, and after all, my sadness will soon blanket me again, heavy eyes, sleepless nights, cold feet and naked arms.

— Chuck Akot, Finalmente lo so

I imagine you to be the brightest star, but you are lightyears away, how I take my longing to be with you, does the river know how I become yours, or the robins question the existence of your charming face, does the bridge align with destiny, or perhaps, the quiet adamant look of the trees as they age experience the same way as I love you, but I love you hereon, and though as I carefully wonder, what kind of patience has been with me all along, to feel you in all things, to feel you inwardly, and as though the meekness of my heart is rekindled by this happiness, but as I say, it is not long lasting, and after all, my sadness will soon blanket me again, heavy eyes, sleepless nights, cold feet and naked arms.

— Chuck Akot, Finalmente lo so

As I stand here waiting, you approach me with your eyes and my gaze turns to you, vivid as a dream, vivid as your perfume saturates the whole atmosphere, vivid as the only one I can recognize, the only one that is real inside a dream.

— Chuck Akot, Dentro un sogno

As I stand here waiting, you approach me with your eyes and my gaze turns to you, vivid as a dream, vivid as your perfume saturates the whole atmosphere, vivid as the only one I can recognize, the only one that is real inside a dream.

— Chuck Akot, Dentro un sogno

As I stand here waiting, you approach me with your eyes and my gaze turns to you, vivid as a dream, vivid as your perfume saturates the whole atmosphere, vivid as the only one I can recognize, the only one that is real inside a dream.

— Chuck Akot, Dentro un sogno

As I stand here waiting, you approach me with your eyes and my gaze turns to you, vivid as a dream, vivid as your perfume saturates the whole atmosphere, vivid as the only one I can recognize, the only one that is real inside a dream.

— Chuck Akot, Dentro un sogno

My only wish for you is that, there will be someone whose hands are yours to hold, they say it is loyalty, so, thank your hands to be able to take that other hand and place it on yours, where every line on your palms and the shape of it, even the spaces in between aligns and matches perfectly, and knowing the warmth while you touch it, that same warmth of love you feel for this person, I guess, sometimes, nobody knows how exactly a hand can make up for something other than words or phrases, but all I can put up in my mind is, that a hand is something what God has created artistically, bone by bone, jointly, and to teach you to pray, to say hello, even to humble yourself, or pat someone's back to keep doing their best, what a hand can do is also to give hope and care for because it can make gestures of hug, so thank you hand for having part of me, without you, my voice will not seem so clear for everyone else.

— Chuck Akot, Grazie mano

I wish to hold you and never let go, how I wish to confront my fears and stand by you, how I wish that the voice I used to recognize be just a voice I heard from the streets, how a minute prevails in my mind, and turn to hours of hurt.

— Chuck Akot, Ore di dolore

I wish to hold you and never let go, how I wish to confront my fears and stand by you, how I wish that the voice I used to recognize be just a voice I heard from the streets, how a minute prevails in my mind, and turn to hours of hurt.

— Chuck Akot, Ore di dolore

I wish to hold you and never let go, how I wish to confront my fears and stand by you, how I wish that the voice I used to recognize be just a voice I heard from the streets, how a minute prevails in my mind, and turn to hours of hurt.

— Chuck Akot, Ore di dolore

All my life is saying, I have known you and loved you like a poem, in all time how life succours, how merciful is destiny, how each last song is beautiful for its ending, how one can last undrinkably bitter or sad, how love becomes extinct, how this pain creates color, and so I remember, love is not ours alone, it is shared in halves, one for you and one for me, oneness in us and every single thing, like a vein in your arms, like a recollection of promise, or like one sees beauty and die for it, or simply, one is defiant of pleasure, but all of me says it is you, now and again, it is you, like a window passing an allusion, like check marks kissing the error, like selflessness transcribes your name in the sand, and says, here I am, take me into your arms.

— Chuck Akot, Tra le tue braccia

All my life is saying, I have known you and loved you like a poem, in all time how life succours, how merciful is destiny, how each last song is beautiful for its ending, how one can last undrinkably bitter or sad, how love becomes extinct, how this pain creates color, and so I remember, love is not ours alone, it is shared in halves, one for you and one for me, oneness in us and every single thing, like a vein in your arms, like a recollection of promise, or like one sees beauty and die for it, or simply, one is defiant of pleasure, but all of me says it is you, now and again, it is you, like a window passing an allusion, like check marks kissing the error, like selflessness transcribes your name in the sand, and says, here I am, take me into your arms.

— Chuck Akot, Tra le tue braccia

All my life is saying, I have known you and loved you like a poem, in all time how life succours, how merciful is destiny, how each last song is beautiful for its ending, how one can last undrinkably bitter or sad, how love becomes extinct, how this pain creates color, and so I remember, love is not ours alone, it is shared in halves, one for you and one for me, oneness in us and every single thing, like a vein in your arms, like a recollection of promise, or like one sees beauty and die for it, or simply, one is defiant of pleasure, but all of me says it is you, now and again, it is you, like a window passing an allusion, like check marks kissing the error, like selflessness transcribes your name in the sand, and says, here I am, take me into your arms.

— Chuck Akot, Tra le tue braccia