AL DIGIT ART

I'm that moth.. and I dared

7/8/2017

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I'm that moth drawing orbits around the streetlamp..
I see something shining like the truth.. and I can't reach it...
it's so scary.. so many fellows fell down burnt by that!
People walking on a sidewalk of a solitary street..
a couple stopping by... and flirting.. and the search of the truth still flying over their heads...
The search of the truth like a cloud full of rain following us everywhere...
I'm one of those moths.. lying down on the street now...
I'm part of the whole life of the world, flowing and going on...
and I dared..

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Elements...

7/2/2017

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Finally, Al, chose a little boat as his home.
It was so tiny, but so comfortable... when he needed to feel mother earth hugging him, was so good to sleep in the boat on the beach. Cool breeze scenting of stories by the sea, crabs walking like proud horsemen before the duel, moon as a lamp and stars as audience...
audience to the show running on the stage of desires.. made of the sound of sea hissing..
Or just those moments when he needed to feel detached.. oh so detached.. floating on the king of the water... feeling that curious and pleasant feeling... wave by wave... first the feet go up, then the knees, and abdomen reaches them... and while your belly is going up too, just feet go down, and chest goes up, and knees go down, and head goes up... and head goes down.. and chest.. and.. haha and feet go up again... in a loop..
What a perfect movement the boat does.. driven by the sea...
Water is that good element for making you feel distant from earth... hanging like a canvas on the wall of metaphores....
it has the color of the sky, and makes you feel flying.. but just reflecting the color of the sky... Talete (Thales), ancient philosoper and mathematic, thought it was the element from which everything is born, as we come to this world by being immersed in a liquid..
amniotic fluid....
I don't know if he was right... but nature feels so good...
and Al was so glad, and taken by the magic of elements...
feeling so free... feeling part of nature... feeling an element himself...
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Nocturne...

4/28/2017

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Cars hissing by the window, a soft light by that streetlamp where lovers never kissed beside, but I could saw them so clearly in the movie of imagination. The bed feels like a trap tonight... sheets feeling rough like the walls of a cardboard box.. where I'm living in.. ready to be delivered, but no one is coming to pick... so many wrong addresses I wrote.. so many times I've bet my heart on the wrong number...
I'm looking for a way to go, watching silly things I never cared before, pretending they are so important now, just in a fake world.. knowing finally I will fall asleep, and wake up again... fighting through those hours of light for reaching again my favorite darkest places.. where I can find thousands friends.. and at the same time feeling so alone.. but happy to leave a sign...
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Unspoken Words... Le parole non dette...

4/26/2017

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Unspoken words...

Listening to a brook made of wind rustling and flowing through the forest on a riverbed made of leaves . The hollow tree seems to be frozen in a painted scream, telling ancient sorrows, when it was struck by lightning. On broken parts, sharp tips are still visible, as if suffering made our wounds harder to be caressed, and deep furrows on the bark, as wrinkles of torment, framing that expression made even more dramatic by branches pointing the sky, as frightened hands. Thin swords of sun pierce the foliage, drawing light in the dust the flowers are spreading in the air, everything is alive around me ... You are alive nearby me, and we're walking together ...

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Le parole non dette...

Ascolto il fruscìo di un fiume di vento che scorre in un letto di foglie attraversando il bosco. L'albero cavo sembra congelato in un urlo pittorico, che racconta antichi dolori, di quando fu colpito da un fulmine. Nelle parti spezzate si scorgono ancora delle punte, come se la sofferenza rendesse le nostre ferite più difficili da carezzare, e solchi profondi nella corteccia, come fossero rughe di tormento, incorniciano quell'espressione resa ancor più drammatica da rami puntati al cielo, come mani spaurite. Sottili spade di sole trafiggono le fronde, disegnando luce nel pulviscolo che i fiori comiciano a diffondere nell'aria, tutto è vivo intorno a me... Tu vivi vicino a me, e camminiamo insieme...
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