Shapeshifting

Shapeshifting

We are merged in fragments
We, dissolved, permeate time
Though we know we have to leave
We talk on staying
Mesmerized by
Life's inconsistency



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The truth is out there. But we are here...

Sleepwalking In The Castle of Spleen Queen

Sleepwalking In The Castle of Spleen Queen

Submerged in dormancy
Resound
These mansions
Of strangely known
Resemblance
In these halls
Of carefully drawn
Patterns
I recognize
The design of
Your sorrow

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Note: Merged words from previous post "Ghost Station Park Memorial"....

On Straight Lines and Cradles & Graves

On Straight Lines and Cradles & Graves

You know what they say about fate
You turn left, then right
Curves and shortcuts
Another deviation
All directions
Every moment
Is a new road you think you're taking
And if you stop
And look behind
You can only see
A straight line
No matter what you do
What do I think?
Fucking complete bullshit.
( Believe me
It's written in the fucking stars!)



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Lifes may vary. Death doesn't.

Optimize Your Pessimism

Optimize Your Pessimism

Welcome to the country and home
Of the strong and invincible
Their pride is a sun
Shining high, blinding heat
But soon they'll be gone
Broken
Defeated
The light only shows you the shadows
Death deciphers life
It's all fucked up
What I'm saying is
Optimize your pessimism


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Meet me at midnight in the Paradox Alley.

note: just in case you're wondering the words used in the image came from a previous post,"Life File Verification Done". You can read it there if you want...

Outposts of Recollection

Outposts of Recollection

What once was cannot be again
We were supposed to forget
We were supposed to leave time behind
Instead, we became guards
In vigil
In the outposts of recollection.


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Not everyone can see the beauty of these mysteries...

Vessel Astray

Vessel Astray

There was a time when I called it North
Estranged, entangled
I am astray
Am I?
Away...

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Stars won't lead us home. Not this time....

Burnt Bridges

Burnt Bridges

Every war has its veterans
Even wars in your mind and heart
It's time to leave this world behind
Recollections drowned by massive tides
The murderer washed his hands
So as the heroe
Is not what you see
Is what it is

And what is it?

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We are always caught by this uncertain weather, so to speak...

Ghost Station Park Memorial

Ghost Station Park Memorial

Was she there yesterday?
The oldest houses
Keep the oldest news
When glorious bells sing loud
The younger joys
The nights of fire
The golden fathers clocks
One by one
The dearest faces
The clearest thoughts
They all
Evolve to another line
In a bad poem
But these are also bad days
Hers is the morning
Night is yours


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Night is yours...

What Rides Through Silver Skies

What Rides Through Silver Skies

Here is where we are.
Ahead, the past. Quiet lights.
Let go your dreams and days.
Break out through songs and nights.
Silent waters wash our minds.
Leave now.

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The only difference between dream and reality is continuity. Another night, another dream. Another day, same life. And if the dreams start being like a continuous journey, you'll have two lives to live at once, and that is more than you could handle.

Spatial Mind Frame

Spatial Mind Frame

Winds. Invisible. Ground sleeping. Shades and rivers arms.
Grayscale dreams in white days. Counting suns. Returning.
Return.

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Another of my "not so new" visual trips, now reassembled in a new set of layers. I added some effects in order to obtain a more expressive texture. A short text again. Just a few words I thought were needed to paint a more interesting scenario. This image is also smaller than usual.

Life File Verification Done

We pulse to keep the pace
This road of eternal steps, and more and faster steps
Precisely now I am there in the waters of the past
As if I was past myself
Closing mouth of the universal conversation
As if I was the hours raining through rusty days
And carved stones

Not to chase time, but surround the time inside us
And burning fast the leaves of a dead season
Light says ciao to Now in a ghost station
And waves a clandestine goodbye
From dark to darker chapters
Towards the prologue
Of all hesitating and completely constructed life

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NOTE: Due to a problem in my scanner machine, for a while I won't be able to digitalize my paintings. So, unfortunately I have give a break in my "Handscapes" series...I've been trying to solve this inconvenient, but due to my lack of time (I've been working a lot these last weeks) I'm afraid it will take some days more. So, I will continue the posts from this point bringing to you some traditional Photo based works. In this moment I'm out of options, but the Handscapes will come back as soon as possible and the collection of paintings will be completed. Stay connected...

Silent Parades

Silent Parades

Wait and see. Now, here they come. Not a sound. This hours are dead.

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