unbalanced

Chatelaine by Violator , originally uploaded by arialee miles.

I lost my balance in a night of words
among intense loops and somersaults,
where my mind intrigued for a moment
the only answer I was allowed to expect.
And I went on telling myself nonsense
about how things were supposed to go,
about love, awareness and attraction
about the circus and the trapeze,
control of emotions and its medicine.
No more I will be blatantly confident,
when everything else is safe but my heart,
so that in the pure shine of the truth
mirrors a whole world of emptiness and lies.

heather leaves

ROCK LOOK _Close up_ SoloEvane casting , originally uploaded by arialee miles.

When the heather bends
the no-love leaves
followed by silence
quiet the water shines ,
and the earth stops to breathe .
Slowly my past caresses the days
the things that have never been .
And you … inside your words
the ones you told me
and the unsaid ones .
And inside your gestures
the ones I could only imagine,
inside your mind
and in things that you don’t know .
I saw you in my eyes
and sliding my hand in yours
I let it go ,
until it disappeared.
A desire, a shiver
maybe a regret ,
doesn’t matter anymore.

futile

dirty rich , originally uploaded by arialee miles.

What miracle people are looking for
while descending the slope of their disdain?

Till where does an elusive glance arrive
before stopping to caress the eyes of a lost love ?

Is it all an escape to fight the days of a next cold winter ?
I don’t know anymore ,
I barely understand my reasons ,
I look for you, for an answer and I wait
for something that could open my mind
and clear up the fog and the regrets .

Have we to let go our enchanted time ?
our space , our passions
our infinite attempt to be true to each others?
That suspended moment between time and reminds
when it is just us and nothing else appears?

Your music breaks my silence,
my words are not enough to unveil you
to keep you close , to win your resistance.
Don’t keep me outside
Don’t close the door .
I am here .


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le estreme propaggini ( the farthest branches )

la signora delle camelie, originally uploaded by arialee miles.

Le estreme propaggini ,
del tuo errabondo amore
mi raggiungono,
mi circondano,
mi toccano.
Ed io sorpresa
mi avvolgo in esse,
mi rimbocco
le tue ali sulle spalle
e mi arrendo,
tranquilla
nei tuoi sogni
mi addormento.

>>>>>><<<<<<< The farthest branches of your wandering love reach me, surround me, touch me. And I surprised wrap myself in them, I tuck your wings on my shoulders and I surrender, peaceful, in your dreams, I fall asleep.

the dress or not the dress

to be or not to be, originally uploaded by arialee miles.

There are little truths
stinging like bumble-bees
that nobody dares to say .
Some little absurd statements
so true in their naïve essence
that people prefer to forget.
There are little people,
made bigger for casual chance
who think to be dressed
until a single voice,
dissonant from the adoring court,
plaintive at the beginning ,
then stronger and stronger
dares to shout ,
breaking the astonished silence,
“the king is naked”.

I hear your music

disaster in brown , originally uploaded by arialee miles.

I hear your music.
Your silent symphony
explodes in my head,
and the sound
shivers on my spine
rolling on my back,
until it flows
along my arms
in my hands.
A thousand words,
unsaid,
color their meaning
in the deafening noise
of a mute discourse.
I will continue to
talk to you
even if trapped
into an hopeless
silence.

the sluggishness

GK slap garde black , originally uploaded by arialee miles.

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.