The challenge
Olio su tela – cm 50 x 50
As if by magic,
from the depths of the unexplored life,
on the usual, vast ocean of lost stories,
ever born or have lived,
emerges a thought
that might not be the usual story
if jealously contains
the granitic core of an 'intention,
and, fearlessly,
Sky cam on the weapon terribile
a proposed di amore.
Thousands of years
of immense sorrow and leaden skies
stop to look at,
thousands of years
Simple and sophisticated lies and truth trampled
stop listening to,
thousands of blacks dead hearts
stop to feel,
in a moment suspended between rage and resignation;
and look at the perfection of a rose,
listen to the thought that the birth and draws,
feel its intense fragrance and irreducible
at the same moment in which
a child dies along with his smiles,
taking away the heart of his mother,
and letting, in its place,
a dark lake of tears and madness;
at the same moment in which
a man crumples in on itself,
forgetting its past
and words to tell the tale,
leaving the children his eyes forgetful
e le sue rughe esauste
while, who knows where,
a train load of dreams
hurtling toward an explosion of foul cowardice.
Among the infinity of the sky
and the infinite sea of irrecoverable regrets,
hovers
the immanent perversion of ephemeral interests
tortuous and ideologies
which pollutes and rots the soul,
looking for it everywhere
and soon after losing it.
The veil of remorse slams strong
the wind dell'inconcludenza
and everything is as before,
always eats,
like nothing,
until…
… a thought emerges on dry land
and has
covering it with endless expanses of flowers and new dreams
that open to the heat
a proposed di amore.
Beautiful and terrible,
a red rose stands against chaos
to challenge the.
In the surreal silence of this meditation,
life is regenerated,
becomes flesh and color,
and the sea calms down and reflecting the sun,
and the sun lights up the moon and dazzle
that, high on the horizon of my umpteenth utopia,
looks at me disappointed
when he finds out that I still feel inadequate
in front of a tear
che cade unexpected,
and I pit the heart.
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