We called ourselves Homo Sapiens Sapiens, but we still know very little.

Mirrows show us what we see

November

Open the door, don't close the door, le blount s'enchargera'

November

                                            Sometimes the only way to see things straight

November

"What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what is lovable in man is that he is an over-going and a down-going".(cit)

November

Lock Love and throw the key

Late Summer Light

Passing through the park, I was in awe, I was happy to be there, today.
This recalled me of  the feeling I often have when leaving a place: In spite of any unpleasant experience I might have lived during my permanence, when the day of farewell gets closer I  start  looking  at things from a state of grace:
 Everything is at the right place, and I love it.
"Strange how we are able to fully appreciate only in the time of departing", I thought (that was not the first time).
 Might it be because we are finally able to let things be what they are, looking  at them without any questioning or demands..

advice for travellers

Some relationships make you feel as traveling on a train without your boarding ticket.

Birds are my new heros

Birds they don't dream but  fly instead.
And do not need much to image,
they come to see the world from ahead.

Sure they  wish to travel waters in their depths
and meet  slow movements of blind friends,
or sometimes  play as they for once could  be a cat,
showing off sharp weapons and cruel acts.

They build with their companions a jolie nest
but never fear not to be free,
 this thing they know could never be.

Chale pà tà kalà.
Gli antici greci chiamavano Bellezza gemella di Armonia,
chiamavo "Ordine" l'Universo e consideravano l'esteriore come il volto di logiche interne misurabili.
Confrontarci con il loro razionalismo ci fa apparire come dei ciechi in un kindergarden! Eppure una cosa l'abbiamo decisamente in comune: per entrambi La Democrazia fondata sulla Schiavitu' come migliore opzione possibile.

the beginning

non portare nulla con te
tutto ti sara' dato

notes on transformation

Living is nor an object or a machinery, it is for me more  something as a process. In a chemical process elements involved undergo a transformation, so do men continually transform themselves inside and outside through experience. A relation  in itself is most of all a relation between two processes which, interacting, ignite a more complex transformational action, introducing new agents provocateurs. Along a given time, these elements need to reach a point x=0 before the actual new stability can  lead to  a result, a new pattern given by two forms .
At the same time, both inner processes and dynamic relationships have moments of "fall", thanks to which residues can decay,  getting rid of elements that are not longer useful or willing to be transformed. The magician, the one who knows himself enough, is aware that destruction serves creation through the selection of what is useful to the inner desire of matter and soul: continually meeting one each other into a form.

(well nothing new, I know, just notes as reminder)

twins

running away from the perfect mirror
too sharp that image of myself in there
it blows me out

it can't be love, it must be something else
it shakes me to the core
if it can't be love, it must be something else

friends do think I am crazy
for this pain is avoiding the pain
running far from them too
loosing and pushing myself away

it can't be love, it must be something else
the problem arises of not being good enough
if it can't be love, it must be something else

loving an image so truly denying
the perfect mirror
the perfect mirror showing
that healing of being one and  same

it can't be love, it must be something else
 everything that isn't love
if it can't be love, then must be something else

the window is
in between of  clean spaces
 preparation for two souls
lift the veil of illusion
lift the veil for reunion

today

Unbearable noise of crashing fringes
 against the fist of a broken movement
 that's what  you are singing
 for me
 my dawn
today
that's what you are singing for me
my dawn
today

Nothing more than a chilling sound
 while I climb  up the hill ,
that's  just a simple sidelining
 to my  scratching at  the hard profile 
of the  cruelest of dealings
today.
today.
today.

just one step

Crescere e' rompere un ciclo
evitare di dire "questo  e' gia accaduto a quel qualcun'altro che fui"

Le belle parole

Di molte belle parole fatichiamo a trovare il senso.
E' forse perche' loro stesse sono a spiegarsi reciprocamente?
Giustizia, Amore, Liberta' , Verita' ..
Amo e dunque sono  libero,
Verita' si sperimenta con  Giustizia,
 Verita' non puo' che rendermi Liberta'.
Amare non puo' che esser giusto.
Misteriose parole! Siete  in fondo tutte asticelle dello stesso ventaglio

Chosen Light

A brand new light was chosen for you

today was the day

the heavy ground will rest 

while

you lift over our heads

and finally

become real.

You had a life

You had a life 

now it is to us 

following the path

a choice for every step

nothing more,

nothing left.

A Pupa. 23 Aprile 2012

Pasqua

Gli ultimi re di California

stanno in parata

senza bandiere ne nuvole

al cielo

ci inchiniamo

alla frontiera rotta

al fronte scoperto

ci pieghiamo

al nuovo ordine costituito

cio che succede alle stelle fisse

Cosa succede alle stelle fisse.

Quel che si muove non e' che, orsu', aereplani che volano.

Voi che viaggiate, trapassate la vista da qui

e la casa e' una bella sfera rotonda,

un cristallo appannato da dentro.

Io pero' , alcune volte e' piu' facile,

posso andare a quella fissitudine

lontana, attenta, che guarda alla mia finestra

e lasciare alle spalle il traffico aereo.

La cura

Non si da' Morte alla mediocrita', solo Vita al suo apice puo' conoscere e amare sorella Morte. Cerchiamo forse una cura al problema della Vita? Vita non tiene soluzione, Vita non si spiega, e' incalcolabile, e' muta dopo la virgola. Guarire ed esser normali, normali e sani di mente, in che modo? qual'e' la medicina al problema dell'esserci? E quando mi pongo certe domande, come posso esimermi dall' esser del folle?

C'è una giostra al Luna Park che, forse in onore allo spirito di collaborazione che dovrebbe vigere fra gli uomini, è chiamata 'calcinculo'.