Image and Words
Two worlds interacting to capture the emotions.
A silver reflection this Moon in its half however too full for whoever sees it as Goddess wonderful witch
The wolf sings the poet writes dancing in madness ferocity and love life and death or perhaps only loneliness in the remote instinct in thinking dictated and in the balance of the two worlds find the answer
Chasing emotions In the beauty of the sunset The sea singing a sweet lullaby The sky caress my soul.
The last glow of light in an enchanted forest: A delicate caress, a swinging thrill And once again my heart smiles…
Silently praying Overhung by the infinity Unconsciously I’m catching Future memories
And Despite everything I see the light Shining above me...
I don’t think I ever had the time to stop and consider, imagine, understand. Don’t even have it now, maybe I still have to metabolize. Or perhaps, simply, I will never really understand. Because it takes some time. Because it takes some space. Because such a great emotion completely disconnects me from reality while making its way in my mind, in my life. And I’m no longer the same. Because since you came, since we were waiting for you, you’ve wiped out everything else. And nothing is longer the same. Because You became everything. Transcendental loving essence Meaning of life itself. I waited for yours, perhaps forever. In your first breath I gave you mine. What it was. What it will be. Because I’m no longer the same. Because nothing is the same. Because You are, essentially, everything.
As dust Underneath this immensity without explanations, Underneath the weight of the truest thoughts.
As dust pure essence in the Universe …
Immense forests And hidden lakes Like little jewels Guarded and protected. Today Not even the wind disturbs them Everything remains still In peace and silence In eternity Which I find here In my breath In remote thoughts In the primitive instinct And everything is perfect Still balance And universal harmony…
Take a sec Just a moment Ephemeral passenger In the cycle of times What’s left?
Perhaps the anguish of knowing Not to be eternal Or the serene certainty To be able to live Indeed Every endless moment
It is never the end, but a beginning And maybe the beginning will have an end To make room for a new beginning And it is not said that it will not be Equally special Equally extraordinary Perhaps even more It is never the end But a beginning…
Here My Cathedral, my colonnade, my path... Towards a redemption? I don't know, I don't care I walk and I'm feeling good I breathe the silence Inhale myself I understand... And maybe It's the only thing that matters...
As a painting of pastel colours mild and shy as the lust for spring…
Aureo... and I fill myself and I dress up with the color of gold…
And now you understand ...
that life is not made alone to be able to collect things, but to collect important moments. And you remember them! And you recognize them!
And their memory is that light in the dark of your past ...
Immense amazement from small things The wonder of little big miracles Capable of killing me To resurrect me immediately after: And I already am A better version of me…
