To be born and live: I guess when you go on a suicide mission you always tend to overrate your abilities and powers...

What's all the fuss about??

People have this incredible ability to make a fuss out of nothing. Like when it's an end of a year with Christmas and new year's eve and people go all crazy and stressed for something that happens every year and that they forget all about on the other more than 300 days.

They build up events and the correspondent attached anxiety and when it gets to their nerves, in this supposedly season of thanks giving, peace and love, people just take down on others, frequently, in a very violent way, even with members of their own family with whom, in some cases, they didn't speak throughout the whole year.

This whole humanity thing just took the wrong turn in the early beginnings and I guess it was just too easy to blame a fictional serpent and a naked woman.

when I go down crashing and burning
it will turn out to be just fine
because I'll be a shooting star

The lingering light

Turn out the lights,
the flickering annoys
the clarity too bright

and let me hold you
tender and warm
into a dark haze
of endless love.

I could spend years
without  feeling
the same sweetness
and the same despair

but your heart is just too close
much more than I can bare.

I try to close my eyes
and live without you
but everyday you don't resist
neither do I to this mist
of never saying goodbye.

In and About Madness

Every path to the twirly fields of the derranged mind begins with an obsession that has roots in deep childhood trauma.

When the upbringing is conditioned by pressure to excel and prejudice it can undermine the self-esteem and even behead the early development of talent.

To escape the woes of daily life one tends to seek to escape and the instruments to do it. Though these artifices can bring a quite instant getaway they produce states of chemical happiness leading to the unevitable post-euphoria low which is huge depression.

As a result of the consumption and frequency of the evasion objects there's a magnification of whatever comes out as being the object of happiness and slowly it becomes an obsession.

Thus one is set to dwell in the maze of madness with all its tricks and spells. To free yourself from it is impossible if you do not acknowledge everything that happened and that it resulted in  the state of madness. It is surely a harsh process to make the necessary steps and to unravel them.

"The only lesson in life is how to suffer in silence", Van Gogh

Not only about consumerism and religious conventions, Christmas is for elves and middle-aged men who dress as Santa. And of course for parents to cook tons of food (more than they can eat) and then their children take the leftovers to eat at their homes for the next weeks.

Lifeless hairs in a lifeless body
and yet
still waiting for the burst of life

She

Fingers like serpentines
unfolding along her hair
and the image of her eyes
so clear as the sky...

Golden reflections
drawing to her locks
and her beauty reminded
the splendor of Botticelli's Venus,
the luscious innocence kept.

Her embrace was confort and warmth of Spring
in the cold November days.

She was the most beautiful girl
who ever noticed me
and then I didn't feel so bad
anymore,
at least not in those moments.

The mere sight of her renascence prettiness
made my day much brighter.

Everything needs support, otherwise it just crumbles and falls. It's all about gravity...