Eaiser Way To Break A Bone

on frailty, the risk and the cyclical nature of life

are back old thoughts, insights that had once been revelations, epiphanies of the heart, incredibly revolutionary discoveries

who had moved, changed, upset ....

are back and you displace it again, as if they were new, again shocking ...

have not lost that power, that power and you cotringono once again to go out,

to risk your human frailty dramatically ....

return cyclically thoughts,

but from time to time generate

pieces of new life ... it's almost magical, alchemical ....

Polyester Vs Acrylic Wicking

off the carousel ...

Sometimes I live like I'm perpetually on a carousel, smiling child e allegra, che vede il mondo muoversi e lei seduta, spavalda che tenta di prendere la coda di topo appesa al centro per vincere fantastici premi, ma soprattutto per essere la più brava.... e quando sei nell'idillio, nel sogno, lì dove tutto è possibile qualcuno ti ferma e per un pò si ferma tutto, anche un pò il tuo cuore....scendi dalla giostra e ti gira ancora tutto, i piedi sono strani perchè erano abituati a volare e ora stare in terra non è facile, senti come se le cellule del tuo corpo abbiano respirato di più e ora cammini come fossi sulla luna...inutile spiegare a chi ti guarda quello che hai provato, le sensazioni di quel viaggio...sembra che loro nella giostra non ci siano mai stati, o se lo sono dimenticati perchè that's serious adult ... then go down, I have a motion of the initial sadness to see that the world has stopped moving, but then I recover I buy the chocolate ice cream, I regained my body still, but relaxed and I understand I know what I do, it is clear that there is another trip to do, walk on the ground but without stop flying .... then I start to dance, to do what the world considers "foolishness" an 'art the art of living .... dancing .....

ps maybe the fact that you have the name of a carny's daughter should not be random ...

Perimenopause And Spotting

melancholy, and autumn ...

are at an autumnal melancholy and nostalgic,
made of thoughts and afterthoughts,
I would like to see the orange colored leaves on the ground that herald
changes, news,
lives that are opening up new, old and lives
taking the color of remembrance alive,
but for now I only see a little gray clouds in the sky,
the cold weather comes and I have a coat to put
his face and his hands are freezing cycle, and the desire to
fire, chestnuts and wine
that always gets me in these cases ....

and then dance the only thing that now keeps me warm heart
listen to the tango, the melancholy
rub the smooth floor,
watch the dancing feet and attacked us and want to remember
tuning apparently lost
exorcise the fear of not knowing closing his eyes dancing


trusting and letting his head off and the legs and arms
follow someone else's dance
little drawing and colors and shapes in the air ....

Wavy Hair Like The Stars

born twice ...

To get to heaven I will have to be born twice. Just as the birds do

But every atom leads to a different port
sun without head and feet
shipwrecked soul in wonder.
to heaven to be born twice
Just as the birds do
And the moon cast
in love And the sea is agitated
Realizing the treasure of his depths.
to heaven to be born twice
Just as the birds
And a blaze burned a hundred worlds
and appeared countless suns and moons
With stars like angels dancing
delirious
And the high and low became lovers

("A hundred worlds" Radiohead)

Retroverted Uterus Pregnancy Bowel

re-cor-giving ....

With this photo I do a kind of ritual
to remember the strangeness of life,
the beauty of what is paradoxically transparent
the contradiction that is not afraid to show
and that does not escape herself,
as a "bola" Wood
above an olive tree that reminds me

that can be hung
only if you have strong roots

that flies only if you can trust
land where he built ....