It was only movement. Only the blur of being wild and being free.
(Spain, 2011)
“Free yourself!” she said
and I realized the sound of my pounding heart…it was me, banging on the door within
(Closed, Venice 2011)
Still wasted on this song. ^_^
Milan, July 2011
concrete lights and archway shadows the friday night play began
a man sat hunched, face obscured arm hallowed
spot lit, center stage, plastic and steel held high
slow and deliberate were the needle’s words, a well-practiced dialogue
the twists of deep crimson, blacks and blues
spoke of partners, of pleasures, of escapes intense and lethal
the drink of grime and ashen skin, all an intimate blood-bound oath
in the empty theatre I stood, midnight on a haunted street
the show’s soul attendee, in shadows of the mezzanine
it seemed my own heart racing and freezing
don’t you know you are killing me?
my breath was caught as the final drops buried home
if only I could call out to stop…
but I was invisible, a ghost too late for a happy close
he slumped to the side, it was his final bow
the end of the san francisco streetlight show
and I walked on, cold and scared
a solely witness called to bear the
whispered demons of poppy’s night affair
It’s the simplest things that are the most beautiful.
(Rain on Greens, NYC 2010)
(Geometric, Milan 2011)
her memories lap up against my ankles in waves. she hasn’t let loose enough for them to completely flood the beach, which i suppose i’m grateful for.
the moon sets over this vast, dark ocean of emotion and recollections, set in motion by the continual stream of external stimuli. the wind brings…
I’m not here… I’m there…Every time that I arrive you disappear…
My soul is illuminated with love… My eyes are the windows to my heart… When you look at me… you gasp at your reflection…
Could it be too much to see…. Or could it merely be that you are me… Vivid and clear… I have been here…
Here to show you a new way to love… Here to explore the depths of your heart… Yet you run away…neglecting your feelings… Concealing the truth…
I know and feel it each day… At times its hard to understand the intensity… but I just allow it to be a beautiful mystery…
-Lovely Mali
Photograher: Alessandro Pierini and MUA Giorgia Battaglini
Do you know how beautiful you are?
Are you willing to surrender to it, your beauty?
What’s on the other side of these chains you wear…?
Perhaps you are something infinite, perhaps you are something divine…
Maybe you are love, simple and pure, honest and raw.
Perhaps you are infinite possibility, dazzling pure potential.
What’s on the other side of the chains you wear?
(Montserrat above the fog, Spain 2012)
Strokes of intimacy
They haunt me
More raw than simple memory
How to collect the pieces of me?
(Paris skyline, July 2011)
Blues of Gratitude, 2012.
“I was there because suddenly life had presented me with Life…”
Venice. 2011
