E' tutto un attimo.
IT'S ALL A MOMENT.
PAINTING: PENCIL, CHARCOAL, CRAYON, WATERCOLOR PASTEL ON SEMI-SMOOTH PAPER
(september 2012 - october 2012)
All that apparently has a beginning estabished sooner or later arrives at the end of its cycle and it overt the END word. End that's not necessarily a concept faithful to itself, and that remains unchanged to the infinite.
EVERY END HAS ENCLOSED IN IT A NOT ALWAYS GRASP ENIGMATICS START.
It’s like when you close your eyes and falling asleep: IT’S A LITTLE 'DIE. This is an end a more o less certain that continues every night. And then, in the morning, the awakening, following a new beginning.
There sure, but that this occurs daily.
IT’S AN UNKNOWN GET TO SLEEP, STRUGGLING WITH GHOSTS THAT GENERATE BY THE DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES. It's a journey in a maze of mirrors without the guide wire straight between the input and output, in the mirror every which may represent a plausible route of flight. And, on the other hand, the mirror is transverse and you hit against it and you fall backawards. Start a dash. You fall out of bed and go down more and more. And further take share and more tears start to imitation the body. Down to the end. Towards the crash.
"Because there's a crash", you think safe, darling. AND, HOWEVER, NO: YOU DASH!
Then you will be glad that maybe that such conditions for long time. You convince of this, and maybe sooner or latere SOMEONE grab the fly.
You fight against the nothing and against the unwanted handles to grab onto SOMETHING that seems to convince you more and you ensure safety fleeting.
Continue to fall, but the end still not there ever. The end of descent.
Suddendly lighting: NOTHING EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IS TRUE. Unconsciously understand that all history is A DREAM which repeats itself whenever you think to the change; the change of things; the feel of reality that CAN ALWAYS BE BETTER THAN THE ONE THAT IS; the fear of not able to let go completely.
You laugh because you know that there soon the awakening. Then, you sight the water. You afrai of not enough clever to swimming pool and maybe you will die in the water.
MAYBE YOU GET IT TO WAKE UP EARLY AS POSSIBLE. Before drowning.
The ultimate thrill of fear. IT’S ALL A MOMENT.
And before touching the water you already alarm.
And at the end you now that it's not over there. A new dream will monitor; a new End: CAN YOU WAKE UP IN TIME NEXT TIME?
PAINTING: PENCIL, CHARCOAL, CRAYON, WATERCOLOR PASTEL ON SEMI-SMOOTH PAPER
(september 2012 - october 2012)
All that apparently has a beginning estabished sooner or later arrives at the end of its cycle and it overt the END word. End that's not necessarily a concept faithful to itself, and that remains unchanged to the infinite.
EVERY END HAS ENCLOSED IN IT A NOT ALWAYS GRASP ENIGMATICS START.
It’s like when you close your eyes and falling asleep: IT’S A LITTLE 'DIE. This is an end a more o less certain that continues every night. And then, in the morning, the awakening, following a new beginning.
There sure, but that this occurs daily.
IT’S AN UNKNOWN GET TO SLEEP, STRUGGLING WITH GHOSTS THAT GENERATE BY THE DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES. It's a journey in a maze of mirrors without the guide wire straight between the input and output, in the mirror every which may represent a plausible route of flight. And, on the other hand, the mirror is transverse and you hit against it and you fall backawards. Start a dash. You fall out of bed and go down more and more. And further take share and more tears start to imitation the body. Down to the end. Towards the crash.
"Because there's a crash", you think safe, darling. AND, HOWEVER, NO: YOU DASH!
Then you will be glad that maybe that such conditions for long time. You convince of this, and maybe sooner or latere SOMEONE grab the fly.
You fight against the nothing and against the unwanted handles to grab onto SOMETHING that seems to convince you more and you ensure safety fleeting.
Continue to fall, but the end still not there ever. The end of descent.
Suddendly lighting: NOTHING EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IS TRUE. Unconsciously understand that all history is A DREAM which repeats itself whenever you think to the change; the change of things; the feel of reality that CAN ALWAYS BE BETTER THAN THE ONE THAT IS; the fear of not able to let go completely.
You laugh because you know that there soon the awakening. Then, you sight the water. You afrai of not enough clever to swimming pool and maybe you will die in the water.
MAYBE YOU GET IT TO WAKE UP EARLY AS POSSIBLE. Before drowning.
The ultimate thrill of fear. IT’S ALL A MOMENT.
And before touching the water you already alarm.
And at the end you now that it's not over there. A new dream will monitor; a new End: CAN YOU WAKE UP IN TIME NEXT TIME?
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