.... leaving

NOISE

Sometimes although our burning desire to stay , is time to go and open wide our wings.

Time to go for ourselves and for the one we love, go to fly and  travel unknown routes and have something always new and always unexplored  to live and tell.

Time to go to not be  folded on ourselves and become just the last habit difficult to escape for fear to hurt, only the last pitiful lie on the altar of a warped sense of loyalty . 

And yet the longing even before we leave is strong and fills our hearts of sadness, though there is the mind which leads with  clear lucidity its implacable  analysis that makes us true to ourselves and suggests with merciless bluntness that there is not other solution but set the other and ourselves  free.

That it is time to go to not be forgotten , time to leave our shores to be remembered before it is too late. 

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 :)

although black love is love ...

NOISE

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 .

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.

SEASON'S GREETINGS

SEASON'S GREETINGS, originally uploaded by arialee miles.

Happy Holiday !!!
I wish great peace of mind and serenity on heart for everyone !

It ain't love

It ain't love, originally uploaded by arialee miles.

25 november
International day against domestic violence on women and gender murder.

It ain't love,
don't tell me
you love me
when regretting
for your insanity
you pray me
to forgive you
every time
with the
same words
every day
with the same
old attitude.
don't tell me
that you can't
live without me
while your fist hits
my face because
you think I can bear
every time
a little more
every time
a little stronger.
Don't call it love
while you put me
in a corner
and in that corner
you leave me
laying on the floor.
It ain't love .

the making of a woman

NOISE

So from the insolence
of your magnificent spring
enlightened by those
apparently eternal rays of sun,
you really  think you can tell me
about  things I have  already lived
or about places where I have  already been
or streets I have  already covered
with the same sense of invincible
omnipotence you are showing me ?
You don’t surprise me,
maybe you saddened me a little
because I allowed you for a moment
the regret of a lost occasion to stay silent.
I won’t tell you the usual,
slightly  envious nasty thing,
that you will hear,
again and again,
during your life,
year after year,
while, already too late,
you will try to swim
against the stream,
arduously, hopelessly
like a stubborn stupid salmon.
That the beauty is ephemeral.
This truth you already know.
Every day you can see it yourself .
You don’t need me telling you this again.
I will tell you another thing  instead,
that one day you will understand,
it won’t be enough anymore, 
and  you will want something else,
much more than that,
something that is not up for sale.
Because for the man
you will choose to support
all his frailties on your shoulder,
not strong enough  for that,
the one you will choose
to protect from the world
soothing its screams with your hands,
sustaining his mind
only with the pureness of your heart,
dissolving his insecurities
with a smile and your touch
dispersing his doubts 
and his  fears with a caress,
holding his hand when he trembles, 
but conceding him the illusion
to be himself with his apparent strength 
to protect you from
the ambushes of life,
keeping you safe.
Then for him, and only for him, 
you will want to become a woman.