Кожа удалена. Кровь сделана из чернил. Он пишет на своей коже слова, которые не их смысла. Ты любишь меня? Ты мне не отвечаешь. Время останавливается. Молчание не его смысла тоже. И у меня больше нет кожи. (Translated) The skin is removed. Blood is made from ink. He writes words on his skin that are not meaningful. Do you love me ? You don’t answer me. Time stops. Silence doesn’t make sense of it either. And I…
Рай зла. Ты открываешь дверь. Вот ты во дворе, где дует сильный ветер. Волосы приподнимаются, как растения. Кто-то вбивает тебе гвозди в грудь. Тебе больно. Собака ест твое сердце. Тебе больно еще больше. Но тeбе улыбка и смеётся , как будто ничего нет. (Translated) Paradise of evil. You open the door. Here you are in the courtyard where a strong wind is blowing. Hair is lifted like a plant. Someone is driving nails into your…
Of flesh and blood Opened by scars The inner fluids Rush. Words Thrown on the wall As if calling For a last gasp. If one of the brightest facets Of beauty was Rhythm of a sentence. In Art, The quest For surpassing balance. -Christian Gastaldi
You. Me. The others. We are built from paths With roots in infancy. Mine are salty. What about yours ? Are you also at home in cities that lay along the coast ? Are your cells made of the same elements as mine ? Do we speak the same unspoken language ? Do we share the same absence of gods ? Do our skins like the heat of the sun ? Memory is a path…
Step 1 line a pan with wisdom wrapped in riddles set your oven to the temperature of thunder Step 2 Fill a small pot with too many emotions and thoughts it may overflow but that’s okay simmer and stir until clear Step 3 In a bowl add one part truth and two parts lies mix until you no longer know which parts are which then add a pinch of stardust Step 4 pour each mixture…
I know there are days when the art in your veins doesn’t flow quite the same as it did yesterday and the thoughts in your brain all seemed to fade and I know there are times where the worlds in your mind are covered in grime and the map, you can’t find and you can’t seem to rhyme no matter how hard you try but storyteller don’t stress poet please don’t forget your tales need…
Yo siempre le he tenido miedo al espacio, Le tengo miedo a la inmensidad, a lo incierto. Pero desde que vi tus ojos, el miedo se va perdiendo; En tus ojos veo el universo, veo las galaxias, Veo todos los colores y la inmensidad. Veo tu belleza y empiezo a apreciar el universo; No niego que aún le tengo algo de temor, Pero poco a poco este se va perdiendo, Y en su lugar va…
From the LOVE TRIPTYCH Indeed I know the face of love, so fair is she, a dame brought forth by Heaven’s hand, delightful so was it to see such rare and lovely eyes no god might comprehend. Twas twice at dawn at which I begged, “fair Love, so long was it since last I met a soul so warm and sweet, fair Love please send a dove so bright that I might find my love…
From the LOVE TRIPTYCH In solitude, as recluse among thought and fear, reluctantly I am put Begrudged so but, in some recess, perhaps, for want as such Let it be true, by truest will of God, that I was lonesome so, For such is wholly true and yet, true as the grave and true as all else True as such is that I have met a great Love One so great, I might hope I…
From the LOVE TRIPTYCH Atop a hill adorning drear, where not all is live but not yet is all dead, where children may have once come to play in antiquity, where lovers might have long ago sworn of forever, where once a life may have been idly lived, now grows a lonesome little Vine. To live alone is drab, of course, for her, lorn is it to live as only her, with not a mother…