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