giovedì 19 giugno 2014

although black love is love ...


Love Black

Love is not always pink and held in a candy box .
Sometimes love is black , love can have thorns and can  make us bleed .
Love can have various shapes and sometimes it can't be sized with the usual mainstream meter used to seize  conventional feelings .
Inexplicable  things we do for love, and we surprise ouselves and we astonish people around us , we do little and great acts of courage for love and  we do great gestures of craziness.
That is not craziness at all ,  yet it is the life itself lived intensely,   till the last bite of sanity, till the last drop of conscience,  at time of recklessness.
And yet it is sweet to sink in this state of elated foolishness while we close the reason out of our doors, deaf at its screams.

And we run .... and we run ...and we run .... wildly...  we run  happy towards  our pain .

giovedì 5 giugno 2014

breaking the rules

arms up high

Breaking the rules

No matters where you are , what you are doing and on what boat you are sailing .
No matters what is the dream you are dancing and in which dimension you are running .
No matters what sea your thoughts are crossing and what is the mountain that your hands are climbing.
What is the ideal you are pursuing and what is the light you are following . 
What horizon  your eyes are looking   and what are  the words you are seeking .  
No matters how much you keep me far nor how long the path will be . 
There is nothing you can do, you try to fight but  you can’t win and you know it well ... and yet you fight .
Because you’re mine.