What if?

I can tell you all I've seen in a single blur of emotions,

rushing out with adrenaline filled with devotion.

Devotion for the cause my vision realizes,

And of all the daily demise and compromises.

Beyond those lie the shimmer of the shiny white wine,

With clouds forming in the sky, 

with that silver line.

It's hard, much harder than i thought it would be,

but the truth is that you don't just give up.

You don't just let the wind guide, 

you're supposed to become a part of it, sail.

 But when it's not in the direction you want to go,

That's when the whistle you're supposed to blow!

And that's when you can turn your ship.

Gather your strength.

Row, row, row your boat.

Do not let the weight float.

It's the burden that you've carried,

You've had it all along.

Shove it off your ground,

loosen up the surface.

Carry yourself only,

you're the only one you can chase.

It's not a race,

But its not even just one face.

It's a thousand stories,

and this one's yours.

Look behind the scars,

Look beyond the flaws.

There's beauty everywhere,

And anywhere it can be seen.

It's the kind of experience that you've already been.

Do you feel like you're alive?

Do you feel like you're breathing?

Barely?

Do you feel like there's someone inside you teasing?

Do you feel like there's another chance, 

To romance or to entrance?

Do you feel like there's a show coming?

Do you feel the notes of the chords you're strumming?

It's simple nature, 

we're just another creature,

we look up to one another,

involve our hearts with one or the other.

Along with it comes belonging,

a hope to live on,

But there is none that tells us,

if there will be sunlight in the dawn.

With what we carry in us,

comes responsibility and trust,

with what we marry to,

joining a life or two.

It's not easy, nothing is.

Alone or together,

Both have their own bliss.

My question is just one.

What happens when there are none.

Now i can't feel you,

and i can't feel myself.

Then what's next?

Liberation?

From what?

What happens when the cycle shifts?

The weather, the time, the gravity itself?

Anything can be said about it.

Worldly or just to yourself.

What happens when there is shelter,

Yet you learn to live in helter skelter?

Constant deviation from norm,

It's like becoming the storm.

Chaos that is beautiful.

To create it, for it to be dissolved.

Made by us, destroyed by us.

In the name of purpose.

It's a shallow truth,

Yet we've devoted it all our youth.

After all the earth has to spin,

For time and relativity to begin.

Then comes gravity,

And you understand it's weight.

There's nothing to it, yet you're held to this ball.

How would you find floating in space?

Nothing to hold on to?

Nothing to stand upon.

Hours and years of endless information.

Infinite sources.

That's a tricky one.

Because when you say infinite,

It means there is no end.

There is no beginning.

No axis on which something may be spinning.

Then there's paradise.

Call it heaven, call it hell.

Everything happens in the instant.

Manifestation.

There's nothing to delay or enhance it.

You can try it.

Think about a grape.

Turn it into wine.

Now drink it up.

Think of you as you're divine.

Now close your eyes.

Begin to breathe.

Imagine you're a chord.

A strand between two surfaces.

Now cut it.

Let those two be free.

What do you get.

I have an insight.

Did you realize there is no connection anymore.

But the chord didn't vanish.

Now we have two loose ends.

Floating in space.

Infinite.

Starting from nowhere,

Ending into nowhere.

What is it in my words that you stare?

Don't make faces, don't roll your eyes.

This is just a disguise.

I don't mean much,

I just forgot to eat lunch.

Tomorrow is a new day.

Let the assassin jump into the hay.

He needs a place to hide from the guards,

He needs a place to become a shadow visible in the dark,

Yap, yap, yap.

Nothing funny about it.

I know. 

Look outside, it's going to snow.

Oh wait where were you?

Did you forget all you just thought about?

Or maybe you didn't.

Who knows and who would care.

It's just another stare.

Stand naked, bare.

You've got much to lose.

Not.

What is real? how do you define real?

If you're talking about what you can see,

What you can smell,

What you can taste or touch.

Is that real?

The artist who can change the very fabric of reality.

The person who can see the reality change.

One can even sense the reality present.

If there is any.

Together, they are reality.

How do you define it?

See you.

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Arrivo - The surfacing

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You know the feeling you get in your feet sometimes? 

Where you can't sit or stand in one place, 

everything seems like it's flashing around you?

You just want to get up and start running so fast, 

that the surrounding blurs in front of you.

I feel it a lot.

Not the escapist kind of running, no.

The kind where you want to push your body to it's optimum level.

The kind where you want your feet to go so fast, 

that you can't believe you have them.

The kind where everything just oozes out of your brain,

in a flux of a second, no strain.

To finally find a moment of silence,

After countless hours of pain.

The pain that's sweet of course.

For otherwise, you'll be at loss.

But no, tonight i'm not going to tell you about loss or gain.

Or hate and love. Or to try and be the one above.

I just want to tell you how it feels.

To be free from thought.

It's simple, really. To be lost in a feeling.

But when you have none.

That's when the real games have begun.

What happens to a person when there is no thought?

What happens to the clouds when the sky causes drought?

I'll tell you what.

They're in constant formation. 

Like a train starting to get ready to stop at the next station.

I sit at the window, and look outside.

The motion causes blur, but really not so much.

Once you're part of the motion,

the laws of physics just take over.

Like a guided force,

Everything is moving so fast,

that it looks like nothing is moving.

Stand still.

Climb the bus, take your everyday pill.

Looking into motion, the only thrill.

Observation is the key, to see.

To have vision, you don't need eyes.

To have clarity, to look beyond the disguise.

Everything starts, with the feeling.

Interpretation isn't a must,

but don't let the observation fall into dust.

It has a meaning. Of course it does.

When your mind processes information,

Try and not be unjust.

To every object there is a crust.

What matters truly, is what's beneath.

Oh we're told. 

Of course we know.

But the crust itself, 

isn't it also the very being of the object.

It's essence lies on the outside too.

Simply, not to interpret on contact.

But gently caress, and feel it's layer.

To know what's inside is the job of the mighty tide.

But to cause the tide, the motion is a must.

Like to passion, some would interpret lust!

But really, enough of that.

Time to put on your thinking hats!

It's like a game, only we're on different levels.

The same hell, only different devils.

What isn't wonderful?

You can smile, you can be, you can see.

You can touch, feel, smell, taste.

You can walk, jog, run or race!

You can jump, squeal, squat, or sit.

You can make a house full of glass,

But you got to lay the first brick!

You work represents who you are,

Whether it's a galaxy or just one star.

What's it made of?

What does it all come down to?

What's the secret ingredient of this stew?

You know what's going to happen now.

I'm sure you know it's you.

It's always been you, and you know it too.

It's like asking for being sick without flu.

It's contagious, like a smile.

Oh yes, it does take a while.

But doesn't it reach to where it begins?

From onc face to another,

brother to brother, 

friend to the other,

father or mother.

The simple conveyance of feeling without feeling.

The idea of calling it a roof, rather than a ceiling.

The same it is, it's not like it's a quiz.

But we love to ask questions, 

Of which we know the answers.

Only that one question leads to another.

And the answer is lost.

But hey, why sit wondering about it?

You found a new question.

Ancora(again), the process has begun!

We all want answers.

But to what?

How can you find the answer without having a question.

Once you know the rules, you can play.

The first one learnt, there aren't any rules.

It's like senior high school.

We're all made to be fools.

Unless we find ourselves.

Clean out our cluttered shelves.

Where does that begin?

Feeling.

Reactions.

They're tricky.

Sometimes you love them, 

sometimes you don't understand,

sometimes they come out unplanned.

sometimes they hurt the ones you love the most,

sometimes they make you feel like you're not one to boast.

sometimes they look you in the eye and you smile,

Sometimes they make you feel like happiness has been gone a while.

Ma perche? (But why?)

What about seconds ago, before the incident happens,

everything is your everyday spell.

What makes this any different from the story that you tell?

It's new because it just happened,

but don't get lost in thought, 

because what happens next may finally end the drought.

And then it rains, generous of it's kind.

We forget the days where the roads looked dry.

But then we ask, why so many clouds?

Why isn't the sun speaking today, as loud?

You see, there's always going to be a feeling.

One day the other, any other day another.

But that shouldn't let you bother,

the weather isn't getting any hotter.

It's cool and calm,

and in the wind blows a gentle charm.

A sense of newness is found, with daylight it's a new town.

By night you feel the same,

another day you let your blood drain.

You sit in your chair, with the screen in your eyes glare.

And you ask yourself?

What happened?

And then you smile.

You've walked a million miles.

You've walked them in straight lines.

You've seen so much change,

that change is all you know.

And then you ask, how do we become the flow?

We see so much change, that change is now the constant.

And we always knew, but never saw it come alive.

And then we ask how inside us, these feelings thrive?

They come with change, and now change is forever.

In acceptance or regret, your choice has to be clever.

Because things will always stand still,

When your walk will begin.

When you stop, 

look around you, the crop.

It's what we sowed million thoughts ago.

Now we just harvest the whole row.

Things are a lot faster.

Time seems to flash by.

Almost feels like you're high.

And then i ask myself, why?

And then i tell myself.

That's why.

I make the question, 

answer it in time.

Look at the answer until it forms a rhyme.

Then i sip, on a glass of wine.

Oh, life is just about fine.

Let the sun shine.

Let the water fall.

Let the music call.

Just sit back and listen.

'cos i can't face the evening straight, you can offer me escape.

houses moving houses speak, if you take me there you'll get relief.'

The thing beautiful about here is, people respect goodness.

Kindness flows in one another when everyone is at ease,

about the beauty and diversity in each of us. 

There is a sort of synchronicity that sucks all the negativity,

and brings in a peaceful conversation.

Flickering of the eyes, sometimes a smile.

A gentle exchange of no words.

I love it and everything about it.

I want to be a part of it's essence and add mine to it.

To the radiant charm, that makes me shake.

To my core, yet willing to be shook further more.

The essence of architecture so true,

that a person living in a space, becomes the space itself.

How's that for a start?

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Love & Light

12 Novembre 2014

Florence, Italy