rooms

NOISE

rooms 

There is a place in the back yard of my mind

where I keep all the retained words

and the questions I haven’t been able to put.

There is a line just in the middle of my hand

where I saw the struggling of my  heart challenging

 all the adverse conditions to get  you

There was  a time suspended in a non-time

where we used to meet part crazy and part unaware

about the pain we were going soon to inflict ourselves.

There is a room well hidden in my heart

where I built your home with foundations of trust

laid  there one by one with stubborn dedication

There was a place in the basement of your mind

where you had already decided since long ago

to plant the first seeds of the unavoidable end. 

Photography  and words Arialee Miles 

The invisible reasons of the heart

NOISE

Il cuore ha ragioni invisibili agli altri e procede per proprie intuizioni.
Né derive né sponde , razionali o profonde gli rendono agevole il corso .
Per i suoi tormentati percorsi tortuosi, impetuosi , difficili , ostili
è inutile impresa inseguirlo , blandirlo, attirarlo , circuirlo. 
Con la mente cercare di corrergli dietro e capirlo, di mettergli briglie, domarlo.
Il cuore ha sue strade nascoste, sue onde , sue piene e maree , correnti
navigabili fiumi sereni  o torrenti schiumosi di rabbia repressa.
Il cuore ha decisioni incostanti ha slanci a volte improvvisi , ha languide soste
precise ferrate lungo montagne dai lati scoscesi e dalle cime impervie.
Il cuore ha una regola sola, l’assenza totale di schemi  algoritmi o equazioni .

The heart has got  its invisible reasons and proceeds for its own intuitions .
Neither a sliding keel nor an rational and deep edge can ease its course.
For its tormented, meandering , rushing , difficult , hostile  journeys
is useless enterprise try to follow it , cajole it, attract it ,deceive it .
Try to run after it with the mind and understand it, to put a bridle on it, to tame it.
The heart got its hidden roads , its waves, its floods and its tides, undercurrents
navigable peaceful rivers or rushing steams of suppressed rage.
The heart got not consistent decisions , got sometimes sudden dashes, got languid halt,
it has definite railways along mountains with rugged sides and inaccessible peaks.
The heart has  got only one rule , the total absence of patterns, algorithm or equations.


Photographer and model moi :)