It seems useless and meaningless,
surreal and unbalanced, reckless nonetheless .
It looks like a joke and you won’t believe me!
It seems strange but I swear it is true.
Like a slow dance following its own music,
It starts from my legs, crawls along my sides
passes by my tummy, tickles my navel
and goes to sit just behind my heart,
where is said stays the place of the soul.
It allows the body to shake and twist
and my heart to make somersaults,
then it reaches my mind in a nonsense symphony .
It might seems odd and not true,
adolescent exaggeration,
psychotic addition, maybe a compulsion !
But fact is that I can’t help it,
it takes over me and makes me
full of a meaning I had never had.
I am aware, I acknowledge, I know it
and yet I flow in this conscious trance
enjoying every minute of it,
knowing I have never been this way before.
I don’t wonder about the nature of things,
I am not the exact semantic police
nor the labeling feelings watchdog !
I don’t give definitions, calculations, previsions,
observations, information, assumptions !
I don’t blackmail any other persuasion
with the strength of my sure conviction!
I just know what I feel and I stay with my
determination, secure and sure.
Eyes well open and well steady heart.
I am where I am, where I have to stay
and where you will find me tomorrow.
venerdì 21 dicembre 2012
domenica 25 novembre 2012
no violence.
Too often they call love what is only craving of possession, they call affection what is only prevarication , too often they sell for fondness what is only desire of revenge .
Too many women are maltreated , abused ,threatened , wounded and murdered by whom should have care of them. Too many times women are silent for a misunderstood , twisted sense of loyalty , too many times they cover who should face the consequences of their actions .
Lets tell NO to the violence , a little voice that with other many little voices becomes a deafening rumble . Lets stand up and say NO to violence agaisnt women .
STOP VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN SPREAD AWARENESS !!!!
Troppo spesso chiamano amore quello che è solo possesso , affetto quello che è prevaricazione , troppo spesso vendono l'affezione per quello che è solo voglia di vendetta .
Troppe donne sono maltrattate , perseguitate , ferite ed uccise da chi dovrebbe aver cura di loro . Troppe volte le donne tacciono per un senso distorto di lealtà , troppe volte coprono chi dovrebbe affrontare le conseguenze del loro agire .
Diciamo no alla violenza , una piccola voce si alza e con altre piccole voci diventa un boato . Diciamo no alla violenza sulle donne .
DI NO alla violenza sulle donne
Diffondi consapevolezza !
Too many women are maltreated , abused ,threatened , wounded and murdered by whom should have care of them. Too many times women are silent for a misunderstood , twisted sense of loyalty , too many times they cover who should face the consequences of their actions .
Lets tell NO to the violence , a little voice that with other many little voices becomes a deafening rumble . Lets stand up and say NO to violence agaisnt women .
STOP VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN SPREAD AWARENESS !!!!
Troppo spesso chiamano amore quello che è solo possesso , affetto quello che è prevaricazione , troppo spesso vendono l'affezione per quello che è solo voglia di vendetta .
Troppe donne sono maltrattate , perseguitate , ferite ed uccise da chi dovrebbe aver cura di loro . Troppe volte le donne tacciono per un senso distorto di lealtà , troppe volte coprono chi dovrebbe affrontare le conseguenze del loro agire .
Diciamo no alla violenza , una piccola voce si alza e con altre piccole voci diventa un boato . Diciamo no alla violenza sulle donne .
DI NO alla violenza sulle donne
Diffondi consapevolezza !
Etichette:
committed
venerdì 21 settembre 2012
passionate in vain
The sluggishness of a day, passionate in vain,
catches me unexpected, and the air of a new fall
surprises me again.
The sun in its envious turning flatters me with an embrace.
Late season, ultimate attempt
of languorous mildness.
I observe myself crying, and I don’t see my face.
How have I been able to not recognize myself
in my true nature ?
I can’t say I’ve gotten lost, because I don’t know
if through the flowing of time, I have ever been able
to find myself .
I live halfway, suspended in an undefined space,
in the acute percipience of my senses,
being on the alert.
I am going away, I leave myself.
My strength slowly extinguishes itself,
engulfed by still parasites.
Eyes more empty, a more tired heart,
my mind chases after my soul in its
failed outbursts.
That’s why I survive under this sick sun,
driving myself back, refusing myself
the colour of a thought.
Via Flickr:
dress Entre Mares
noise
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJNH6l9APJU&feature=related
catches me unexpected, and the air of a new fall
surprises me again.
The sun in its envious turning flatters me with an embrace.
Late season, ultimate attempt
of languorous mildness.
I observe myself crying, and I don’t see my face.
How have I been able to not recognize myself
in my true nature ?
I can’t say I’ve gotten lost, because I don’t know
if through the flowing of time, I have ever been able
to find myself .
I live halfway, suspended in an undefined space,
in the acute percipience of my senses,
being on the alert.
I am going away, I leave myself.
My strength slowly extinguishes itself,
engulfed by still parasites.
Eyes more empty, a more tired heart,
my mind chases after my soul in its
failed outbursts.
That’s why I survive under this sick sun,
driving myself back, refusing myself
the colour of a thought.
Via Flickr:
dress Entre Mares
noise
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJNH6l9APJU&feature=related
Etichette:
poetry
sabato 21 luglio 2012
Hope for Emilia
July 22 opens the doors Hope for Emilia the charity event organized by Miss Virtual World Anna Sapphire to raise funds to benefit the population affected by the earthquake in Emilia Romagna (Italy ).
The event will last till August 9 and will include a summer fashion fair , fashion shows, an art expo and other entertainment events.
Every designer will present a selection of their recent products and has kindly created an exclusive items that will be sold to benefit 100% the charity.
In next days this blog and other credited ones will showcase the exclusive items created by the talented designers who joined Hope for Emilia.
I hope to see everyone there having fun and shopping for a great cause .
HOPE FOR EMILIA slurl http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Creative%20Virtual%20Worlds/70/80/1026
* HOPE FOR EMILIA OFFICIAL BLOGGERS *
FEMALE BLOGGERS:
Ai Hienrichs - http://aihienrichs.wordpress.com/
Amalia Foxtrot - http://www.glance-international.com/
Amita Yorcliffe - http://amitayorcliffe.blogspot.com/
Anabella Ravinelli - http://anabellaravinelli.blogspot.com/
Angels Milena - http://www.angelsmilena.blogspot.com/
AnnaG Pfeffer - http://lookforatrend.blogspot.com.es/
Arialee Miles - http://arialeeslook.blogspot.it/
babychampagne sass - http://babychampagnesass.blogspot.hk/
Betrice Serendipity - http://beatriceserendipity.blogspot.co.uk/
Carley Benazzi - http://carleybenazzi.wordpress.com/
Chirzaka Vlodovic - http://www.modaviafashionmarketing.com/wordpress/the-home-of-couture/
Cindy Gedenspire - http://cindygedenspire.blogspot.com/
Dove Triellis - http://sldelights.blogspot.com
Draakje Dailey - www.daileydoodles.wordpress.com
Ellendir Khandr - http://hestrofashion.blogspot.it/
Falbala Fairey - http://falbalafaireyfashionblog.wordpress.com/
Jenie Jennings - http://slfashionlife.blogspot.com/
Joselyni Ferber - http://joselyniferber.wordpress.com/
Keira Tyles - http://keirastyles.wordpress.com/
KymSara Rayna - http://notionstyle.wordpress.com/
Leah McCullough - http://leahmccullough.net
Ligia Aries - http://ligiaaries.blogspot.com.es/
Locuala Madruga - http://elbauldelaconchapiquer.blogspot.com.es/
LolaLove Lecker - http://lolalovelecker.wordpress.com/
Mischa Cuttita - http://mischacuttita.wordpress.com/
Nala Kurka - http://fashionjunkies.wordpress.com/
Natalia Corvale - http://x-ahotmess-x.blogspot.com/
Nyree Soulstar - http://naadawid.blogspot.co.nz
prazillo Lemon - http://prazillolemon.blogspot.com
Rehana Seljan - http://rehanas.blogspot.jp/
Sequoia Nightfire - http://notionstyle.wordpress.com/
sinontherocks Resident - http://absinthemontenegro.wordpress.com/
Skylei Caproni - http://skyleissecretcloset.wordpress.com/
Teyara Mayo - http://teyara.slmame.com/
Wicca Merlin - http://wiccamerlin.wordpress.com/
MALE BLOGGERS:
Liam Netizen - http://liamnetizen.wordpress.com/
MathieuL Bravin - http://mathieulbravin.wordpress.com/
Tadeu Gartner - http://tadeugartner.wordpress.com
Zachary Zufreur - http://zacharyzufreur.wordpress.com
Etichette:
arialee miles,
bloggers,
committed,
hope for Emilia
mercoledì 20 giugno 2012
STAND4LOVE
STAND4LOVE
Each one of us has the right to liberty, justice and the pursuit of happiness. Everyone has the right to love and be loved in return. GAY, LESBIAN, STRAIGHT, TRANSGENDERED or BISEXUAL…..Sexual Orientation or Race shouldn’t Matter. The FREEDOM to LOVE is fundamental as the FREEDOM to BREATHE. Two adults should have the right to love without discrimination and intolerance. Marriage should be available to any loving couple. Let’s end hatred and discrimination now. Stand UP and be counted!!!
STAND 4 LOVE is an awareness charity project to promote the visibility and rights of Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Straight loving couples to have the right to marry and be recognized by the law across the world. It will be a picture campaign in Second Life to spread awareness and promote equality and tolerance. Each participant will take a picture of themselves in a plain white or black background then add the Stand4Love Logo. They will then put their message of support as well as their SL name and/or Title/Business (Optional) in the picture.
stand4love.wordpress.com/how-to-help/
Each one of us has the right to liberty, justice and the pursuit of happiness. Everyone has the right to love and be loved in return. GAY, LESBIAN, STRAIGHT, TRANSGENDERED or BISEXUAL…..Sexual Orientation or Race shouldn’t Matter. The FREEDOM to LOVE is fundamental as the FREEDOM to BREATHE. Two adults should have the right to love without discrimination and intolerance. Marriage should be available to any loving couple. Let’s end hatred and discrimination now. Stand UP and be counted!!!
STAND 4 LOVE is an awareness charity project to promote the visibility and rights of Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Straight loving couples to have the right to marry and be recognized by the law across the world. It will be a picture campaign in Second Life to spread awareness and promote equality and tolerance. Each participant will take a picture of themselves in a plain white or black background then add the Stand4Love Logo. They will then put their message of support as well as their SL name and/or Title/Business (Optional) in the picture.
stand4love.wordpress.com/how-to-help/
Etichette:
committed,
stand4love
venerdì 15 giugno 2012
Working with a photographer
Photographers, the good ones at least, are artists, so usually they
don’t live on the same planet of us
mortals, they live floating in a third dimension and, if we are lucky, they land on earth just the time to make our shots, if we are
not so lucky they will take our photos from the sidereal space where their busy
minds reside. In that last case some problem of communication could arise.
Then as models, and well trained ones, is our duty to pull their
jacket (or their skirt) to bring them on planet earth from their
artistic vision located on Mars or its immediate surroundings.
Our duty is to be full of good sense
and try to build a good relation with the photographers we are working
with.
That because an attentive, expert and well trained
eye can immediately sense by the
result of the image if there was a good relation between the two professionals
working together.
And that has nothing to do with the skills of the photographer or the
skills of the model. It is an hint of attitude and pure chemistry.
In fact the agencies, the jury of a contest and the chief editor of a magazine can tell
you at first sight if a photo came out “well” or came out “not-so-good”. If the two were able to build
a good professional relation aimed to
the success of the picture or if they
simple packed a decent artisanal product.
And that not because the pose or the light or the styling, but because
of that “thing” that “special speciality” which nobody-can-exactly-define but
everyone (agencies, magazines, designers, photographers, fellow models,
public of a show, reader of a magazine) is
looking for .
We models when work with a photographer have the professional duty to give definition and life to something
which has no name and body and that none, not even the most experienced
photographer, will be ever able to explain you. But everyone will expect from
you to express.
Moreover the artistic outcome can easily translate in the overall judgement about you and your attitude, if you are a
model easy to work with, an expressive one, one who can be called again.
In few words a good print model.
I know it is not fair but, without any doubt, life is not fair at all !
Because, and none of us dares to think something different, unless the
photographer has really a bad character and so lacking of communicative
abilities or he is really a bad professional
alas poorly technically skilled, usually
the responsibility of the good result of the teamwork is on the model.
First, because good photographers are really rare and far more precious,
for designers, agencies and magazines
than average and even than top models, secondly, because if the photographer has a good
relation with a “N“ number of models and not with you, usually is not the photographer’s fault, it is yours.
To build a good relation with the photographer you work with is
something different that to have an average good relation with someone you
occasionally work with, because he/she
will be the one who will bring your image from
your own private to the public.
The photographer is the one that with his work will translate your inner
world into a public image aimed to give emotion.
The photographer is the mean to realize successfully your public printed image, is the bridge between your individual
sphere to the collective eye.
And I don’t mean only the display of the dress you are wearing, the
right angle for the right pose, because that is in the professional luggage of
every good artisan of the camera.
I mean the patience and the will
to wait that particular light of your eyes, that glimpse, that moving of
your head, that particular floating of your dress, that line of your hair, that move of eyelashes which can
transform a portrait or a simple
commercial for a shop in a little “work
of art”.
Of course, a part some general rule which pertains more to the good training of a model, the
overall good education and the right
attitude, the case in which you work
with a photographer “working for yourself
“ is different from the case in which you work with a photographer “for a designer, a magazine, or for the photographer itself ”.
Meaning the first, the case when you booked a photo session with a
photographer you usually picked among the others to have one or more photos for yourself (portfolio, contest , portrait and similar), and the second case when you
work with a photographer (that usually you didn’t choose) aimed to make vendors
for a store, photo for a magazine or for the photographer’s use and other aims that are not your exclusive
personal use.
Anyway there are common rules that pertain to both the cases and make
the difference between a professional model and a simply good looking girl with some poses and a few decent dresses
in her inventory.
So try to always arrive there with the outfits selected and styled
exactly like for a fashion show so to
allow yourself to change quickly when required. If the photo session is outdoor or you wear a
particular difficult dress, jewels or hair try to select in advance some
appropriate poses and have them ready in a HUD.
Photographers don’t read your mind and don’t know how your dress, your
jewels and your hair will interact with a certain pose, so it is
your job to present yourself in the best way and not compel both to spend hours
after the search of a suitable pose.
Make of punctuality your honour point and be always there on time to not delay the photographer’s agenda.
Leave out the door any diva attitude and be ready to politely explain or
even discuss, if necessary, what you are
able to discuss, alas things that are in your professional and experience
luggage. But please avoid to discuss
his technical choices and accept instead
to be guided with humbleness. You will
gain from it.
You can be the most flattered and competent of the top models, a styling proficient, the icon
of the crowds and the queen of the runways in all known and unknown grids, but
if the skin/hair /dress/whatever you
chose for the shot doesn’t match with
the item to advertise or with that
background you like a lot or
with the light required for that shot (and I sure you a bad styling moment can happen to everyone
in every moment ) ..... it doesn’t match
.....full stop !! There is very little to
say more. It is not professional and utterly useless to further discuss.
We model have so much to learn by good photographers, so instead to waste energies making useless
polemic about the tone of a skin, the colour of the hair or the allure
of an impossible fashion accessory we should stay cool, attentive and silent
and “ steal “ some professional
secret about photography while we are there. At least that has always
been my attitude. I try to be a sponge while I work with really good
professionals.
And mind you if you are stubborn about one of the above issues and the photographer, in the case the photo
is for your exclusive use, at last (often exhausted) stops to discuss and does
as you want, it doesn’t mean you have won but just that you are not worth any
further loss of time.
Be ready to tweak your shape to meet the exigency of particular garments
, or edit your accessories in unexpected ways when required,
because to edit prim attachments for photos is very different
than edit for runway, it depends by the angle of the photo and the eye of the
photographer.
Do not leave your gracious
puppet there on the pose stand going browsing elsewhere, furiously sending
IMs around or worse going dinner or
making something else. Stay there and cooperate. Never forget it is a team
work.
Of course when we book a photo
session for ourselves ( and we pay for it) we are the “product to sell” so to be the star of the photo we must be able
to clearly explain, if we like or need to do so, what we are looking for, what must be the
overall feeling of the photo, what is the photo aimed for (contest, casting ,
portfolio etc.).
We have the right and the duty to
be clear, and more explicative and competent we are, easier will be for the
photographer to follow us, to channel his creativity towards our needs and
better will be the outcome.
We have the right to suggest a pose, or refuse another if we don’t feel
it is suitable or worse we find it not
appropriate, we have the right to choose, suggest or refuse a background
or the setting if it is not what we are looking for and , if we have the competence (but only in
that case), we can even spend a word about
the lights and the angle.
But I must say in my experience usually good photographers always like
to discuss and cooperate with the model they are working with, and if the model
is really a good one and the photographer is a smart one the work can even become an occasion of professional
growth for both . As should be in all teams.
So the matter after all is only to make the right choice of photographer,
and a choice is good when it is aware. So try to look their works around, take
detailed infos about their availability, their reliability and the time
and effort they can/want put in the work before to book one.
Another complete, different issue is when for a chance, a not
controllable event , a mistake of
evaluation we work with a-not-so-good photographer and we are not happy with
the work.
Now the concept of good and bad is usually very relative, so to be more
precise let say a photographer we don’t
share the vision or that we are not in
syntony with.
That is a very delicate moment because not only the work but even the
whole relation can take a bad turn or even unpleasant consequences.
The dissent must be always polite, polemic must be avoided in any
case, and bear in mind none can go
beyond their limits, so specially if you
chose the photographer by yourself maybe
the mistake was yours, maybe you
were not accurate about the understanding of his style and your expectations maybe too high or
divergent compared to his actual possibilities, tastes and skills.
There is a basic principle borrowed from the Ancient Roman Law and it is “ad impossibilia nemo tenetur” (none can be compelled to do not possible
things) and that is even more true when we
think to things even vaguely related to
the concept of creativity and art.
In short if a photographer is basically a not –so- good- one, or one with a style
completely different from your desiderata, it is impossible he will become suddenly good
or compatible just for us and our photos
!
So relax and make a better choice the next time, experience is precious
even in that . J
Namaste
Etichette:
arialee miles,
diram,
ramblings
venerdì 8 giugno 2012
farewell smile
Will you regret the time we had
while you drive along your dreams?
Will I regret the words I didn't tell you?
So many questions left unresolved
lost in a gesture pale in background.
I walk along the desert shoreline,
folding our past story like an origami bird
that flies off singing its end
a lonely voice in this last blast of wind.
And I look a gust twirling the sand,
a plastic bag attempting a flight
stubborn continues its useless journey
moving its wings from nothing to nowhere,
gliding and falling down just near my hopes .
This leaden daybreak embraces my thoughts
transporting them with the rhythm of the tides.
I lose my glance behind the horizon line
when I remember your farewell smile,
and I understand that I won’t follow you.
Etichette:
arialee miles,
poetry
mercoledì 14 marzo 2012
A Sudden Rambling: Few words about love and passion
There are two kind of relationships, the first ones based since the beginning on a well-mannered nicety, that someone could even call love, and the other ones where, independently by the name, we decide or, better, we can’t help but to rip off the skin each other to look into the depth of the bare absolute abyss of the things, drinking its essence.
The first kind of relationships satisfy an ideal of esthetic formal correctness, they fulfill the human exigency to be social , they are compliant, they are soothing, they are reassuring for the social peace and the moral quiet, they are well-liked, they are the pillar of the civil cohabitation, they are actually relaxing and although they might be enthralling they seldom are overpowering.
The second ones are out of every scheme and classification, they are rebel, they imply a subversive strength because are overwhelming, they are revolutionary because they turn everything existing upside down, they destroy the past and they build a new future, they don’t take prisoners, they unhinge lives from the ground, they zeroize all the previous assumptions, they annul all the beliefs.
They are excessive, passionate, violent in the search of the truth, uncomfortable because aimed to create communicating vessels where the partners trade the souls and share caresses on the raw flesh.
I can’t say which kind is the best one, and maybe there is not a best kind because both the relations are aimed to satisfy different needs for different people and in different times of life and with different kind of partners.
They lead on different paths , unleash different emotions, create different bounds, cause different reactions and chains of events.
Sometimes the two kinds mix up and confuse. The plains alter and the cards shuffle. The first kind of relations for unfathomable reasons sometimes can develop in the second kind. The contrary is rare quite impossible. But usually the two kind of relations belong to different chemistries, almost to different solar systems.
So even the way the two kind of relationships end, the modalities of the separation are different. The first kind of relations can result in a solid and lasting friendship, the ex partners in this case can celebrate together the burial of the relation keeping extremely civilized behaviors and helping each other in a mutual aid agreement.
On the contrary the second kind of relations, the passionate ones, impose a total and sudden detach, they seldom lead to something common after the end because diplomacy and courtesy are rather inopportune after one has passed the hands under the other’s skin.
It is not possible to be nice while dragging the nails in the raw flesh, it is not possible being polite and detached after one has been living in the other’s body and soul, pumping the same blood in the same veins.
The passion when ends is never nice.
Someone, with a superiority grin calls all the above excess of reaction , calls it “drama”, and maybe thinking deep about it , I might agree.
But if we consider the matter with the mind freed of all the assumptions and prejudices , what would be a passion without a hint of drama?
What would be of the colors of the existence if we should limit ourselves to live in the bluish rarefied air of nice, polite and interchangeable well-mannered loves that never digress from our well organized schedule of life?
What would be of ourselves if we weren’t able to think out of the box even in sentimental matters ?
Is it really worth to deprive oneself of so radical but character- building and enlightening emotions only to not risk the eventuality of a little drama ?
The theoreticians of the friendly break-up now would shrug in disagreement and disapproval, but I can surely affirm that such theoreticians have never felt a true passion when they say or even only air the possibility to end a passionate relationship in a courteous and nice way.
A passion, especially if it is not extinguished, can’t be ended with polite and elaborate talks about the ifs and the buts of the circumstances ….. , it can’t be neither sublimated nor intellectualized or worse faded in attempts of friendship or civil acquaintance.
It must be cut.
The pain caused by a passion which ends requires in the best cases the black out. It is a form of respect toward the self.
The passion as self- defense tool requires the removal of the object of the passion. It must stay out of sight.
A passionate relation when ends needs the void around, there is neither consolation nor elaboration, can’t exist empathetic participation. There is only detoxification and like that must be treated. Maybe after a while can be rehabilitation !
This kind of relation is addictive so it is needed the complete cessation of the addictive material. The attempts of spiritual methadone are disastrous.
One can’t be diplomatic while fighting for survival , it is needed being drastic , of the same radicalism which passion is made, because in a clear selfish setting of priorities and needs sits the possibility of moving on with effectiveness.
I know it is someway a scary concept, but again this is the substance of what the life is made, that is what, beyond all the superstructures, makes the life such an extraordinary adventure.
But I agree passion is not for weak stomachs.
Love being an altruistic feeling makes people courageous and noble, passion instead is ungrateful, it is selfish, it has not good feelings, there are not noble words. When it ends it shelters in a den like a wounded animal.
It dismisses itself to disarm, it soothes only with time what the rationality can’t elaborate.
Passions are beyond rationality and balance … thankfully.
The passion brings back to the ground all the spirituality, makes the human beings basic, elementary, primal.
Love has songs to celebrate its end, passion has screams coming from the inside, from the hidden, dark side of the soul. No words only sounds.
But although uncomfortable, dirty, bad smelling and not well- mannered, the passion demands respect not less than love does. Because, even if extreme, it is a state of the soul and of the mind that has not comparisons among human feelings.
It is a thing I wish everyone to feel at least once in a lifetime, because it gives a higher sense to life, teaches to size the reality with different proportions , it gives new perspectives and opens the mind to a range of unexpected shades and meanings.
It helps to understand, to empathize and to forgive others’ human weaknesses making of us, at the very end , better people.
*namaste *
The first kind of relationships satisfy an ideal of esthetic formal correctness, they fulfill the human exigency to be social , they are compliant, they are soothing, they are reassuring for the social peace and the moral quiet, they are well-liked, they are the pillar of the civil cohabitation, they are actually relaxing and although they might be enthralling they seldom are overpowering.
The second ones are out of every scheme and classification, they are rebel, they imply a subversive strength because are overwhelming, they are revolutionary because they turn everything existing upside down, they destroy the past and they build a new future, they don’t take prisoners, they unhinge lives from the ground, they zeroize all the previous assumptions, they annul all the beliefs.
They are excessive, passionate, violent in the search of the truth, uncomfortable because aimed to create communicating vessels where the partners trade the souls and share caresses on the raw flesh.
I can’t say which kind is the best one, and maybe there is not a best kind because both the relations are aimed to satisfy different needs for different people and in different times of life and with different kind of partners.
They lead on different paths , unleash different emotions, create different bounds, cause different reactions and chains of events.
Sometimes the two kinds mix up and confuse. The plains alter and the cards shuffle. The first kind of relations for unfathomable reasons sometimes can develop in the second kind. The contrary is rare quite impossible. But usually the two kind of relations belong to different chemistries, almost to different solar systems.
So even the way the two kind of relationships end, the modalities of the separation are different. The first kind of relations can result in a solid and lasting friendship, the ex partners in this case can celebrate together the burial of the relation keeping extremely civilized behaviors and helping each other in a mutual aid agreement.
On the contrary the second kind of relations, the passionate ones, impose a total and sudden detach, they seldom lead to something common after the end because diplomacy and courtesy are rather inopportune after one has passed the hands under the other’s skin.
It is not possible to be nice while dragging the nails in the raw flesh, it is not possible being polite and detached after one has been living in the other’s body and soul, pumping the same blood in the same veins.
The passion when ends is never nice.
Someone, with a superiority grin calls all the above excess of reaction , calls it “drama”, and maybe thinking deep about it , I might agree.
But if we consider the matter with the mind freed of all the assumptions and prejudices , what would be a passion without a hint of drama?
What would be of the colors of the existence if we should limit ourselves to live in the bluish rarefied air of nice, polite and interchangeable well-mannered loves that never digress from our well organized schedule of life?
What would be of ourselves if we weren’t able to think out of the box even in sentimental matters ?
Is it really worth to deprive oneself of so radical but character- building and enlightening emotions only to not risk the eventuality of a little drama ?
The theoreticians of the friendly break-up now would shrug in disagreement and disapproval, but I can surely affirm that such theoreticians have never felt a true passion when they say or even only air the possibility to end a passionate relationship in a courteous and nice way.
A passion, especially if it is not extinguished, can’t be ended with polite and elaborate talks about the ifs and the buts of the circumstances ….. , it can’t be neither sublimated nor intellectualized or worse faded in attempts of friendship or civil acquaintance.
It must be cut.
The pain caused by a passion which ends requires in the best cases the black out. It is a form of respect toward the self.
The passion as self- defense tool requires the removal of the object of the passion. It must stay out of sight.
A passionate relation when ends needs the void around, there is neither consolation nor elaboration, can’t exist empathetic participation. There is only detoxification and like that must be treated. Maybe after a while can be rehabilitation !
This kind of relation is addictive so it is needed the complete cessation of the addictive material. The attempts of spiritual methadone are disastrous.
One can’t be diplomatic while fighting for survival , it is needed being drastic , of the same radicalism which passion is made, because in a clear selfish setting of priorities and needs sits the possibility of moving on with effectiveness.
I know it is someway a scary concept, but again this is the substance of what the life is made, that is what, beyond all the superstructures, makes the life such an extraordinary adventure.
But I agree passion is not for weak stomachs.
Love being an altruistic feeling makes people courageous and noble, passion instead is ungrateful, it is selfish, it has not good feelings, there are not noble words. When it ends it shelters in a den like a wounded animal.
It dismisses itself to disarm, it soothes only with time what the rationality can’t elaborate.
Passions are beyond rationality and balance … thankfully.
The passion brings back to the ground all the spirituality, makes the human beings basic, elementary, primal.
Love has songs to celebrate its end, passion has screams coming from the inside, from the hidden, dark side of the soul. No words only sounds.
But although uncomfortable, dirty, bad smelling and not well- mannered, the passion demands respect not less than love does. Because, even if extreme, it is a state of the soul and of the mind that has not comparisons among human feelings.
It is a thing I wish everyone to feel at least once in a lifetime, because it gives a higher sense to life, teaches to size the reality with different proportions , it gives new perspectives and opens the mind to a range of unexpected shades and meanings.
It helps to understand, to empathize and to forgive others’ human weaknesses making of us, at the very end , better people.
*namaste *
Etichette:
arialee miles,
ramblings
lunedì 20 febbraio 2012
words like tears
Words like tears,
they flow on the face of the time
in a not existing space,
made of intervals,
built on pauses.
They like an absent minded caress,
a not too caring one,
stroke my heart from the depth,
envelope my soul,
drag me elsewhere.
I don’t complain,
I gave you this power,
and I listen , I listen , I listen….
One day I will stop to listen.
And you will miss it.
they flow on the face of the time
in a not existing space,
made of intervals,
built on pauses.
They like an absent minded caress,
a not too caring one,
stroke my heart from the depth,
envelope my soul,
drag me elsewhere.
I don’t complain,
I gave you this power,
and I listen , I listen , I listen….
One day I will stop to listen.
And you will miss it.
Etichette:
poetry
venerdì 20 gennaio 2012
wisdom
Wisdom follows
roundabout paths,
controversial at times.
Wisdom is not a revealed truth,
nor an axiom or a dogma.
It is an harmonious whole
of life elaborations,
arduously put together
to build something solid
that in a sideways fashion
crawls from the
womb to the brain
destroying every
previous certainty,
every stubborn assumption,
every naïve presumption.
This is the reason
I can’t reverse my life.
It is already upside down,
and to reverse it
would mean only
to bring it again to its
original position
without any real
pleasure or satisfaction.
roundabout paths,
controversial at times.
Wisdom is not a revealed truth,
nor an axiom or a dogma.
It is an harmonious whole
of life elaborations,
arduously put together
to build something solid
that in a sideways fashion
crawls from the
womb to the brain
destroying every
previous certainty,
every stubborn assumption,
every naïve presumption.
This is the reason
I can’t reverse my life.
It is already upside down,
and to reverse it
would mean only
to bring it again to its
original position
without any real
pleasure or satisfaction.
Etichette:
poetry
martedì 3 gennaio 2012
there are things ..
There are things we do for boredom ,
other things we do for duty or pain,
other again we do to please
in the illusion to be pleased back .
We cover paths in the deepest darkness,
twisting our hands round the buckles of our soul,
twining ourselves round the logic of our fears.
Thoughtless and desperate we jump into the unknown
waiting for the abyss that follows us closely ,
carrying our burden of irresolute purposes.
We discuss freedom without feeling its taste ,
We talk of love without perceiveing its colors,
We argue about conscience
without understanding its ambivalence.
Then worn out, enlightened, bothered and tired
we stop to walk and jump and search and talk
sheltering into a passion we glimpsed through the window
for the only reason we don’t know where to go.
Etichette:
poetry
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