( ----------C diesis major------------ )

Air! Air!

Dense air of Washed Wind Metropolitan, Whirlwind of Soft Caress of love, Thousand invisible hands explore my skin cuddling it.

Live oak, Nettles, Oak tree and Brambles wink. Invisible experience fairly distributed, raise to the sky, the only Root: White-hot extract, generating of movement, sea horizon, careful and thoughtful fertilizer.

Inexpressible sibilant union, universal synthesis of the thousand hands imaginary what pass me the abandoned Key Here,Now, on the path Cradles of Vapor Colored of winter, loved by the wind messenger of love!

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To the search of Aleph, I start me with four-legged, with elbows and ribs unit, hoping for heat. The polar puff, in trap, vigilant and careful ready to set upon you! Four-legged squirts gone crazy direct current, reciting the role of Shovel/ZigZag for his public: dry leaves of vegetable sap!

It trots carving imaginary draws and tracing his imprints returns to my careful look, penetrating it with anxious light and sudden it toys with my breast, adorning it of imprints. And here it is again there in front of me to create ENDLESS SKETCHES.

I am profaning the Sacred Wood of Monteluco; Loaded Live-oak of ancient Spoletin spirit , overwhelming forms compress the sky, transformed only for me,

--------------------- now---------------------

in a dark grey palette.

Gasping clouds whinging desirous to free the weeping. Necklaces of clouds seduce me the gullet snatching me comvulse excites spiritual: family feelings photographed in memory induce me to go slow the footstep... and... me... I stop!

* I hand the eyes to the sky.

* The Breath, to time, dances in my skull, the breast nourishes in unison it!

* I hand the hands to the sky.

* The fingers be firm to separate themselves from the panting trunk, the wide open orbits, the frozen eyelids and...

----------STOP TO BREATHE!-------------

The external share is total. Absence of rhythm! Absence of metronome! Absence of deceptions!

Look detaches the first flight; static forms participate in the big dance; stutterer awareness of existence knock in my breast with anxious knuckles!

"TO KNOW TO BE"

Magic separations in my skull and crossbones:

1

Man Blocked Eyes

2

Man Eyewitness

3

Astral body, first source and result! Slow fading of objects and perceptions, telepathic communication of material unity, joining of fadings while the gone crazy heart it beats up the chest trying to open a passage for not to explode!

----------Bodily annihilation: silence bleeding! Atrocious attended of the lifeblood to continue with the testimony of my presence! The body complains me incapable to survive, unable collector of his existence, disowned and vituperated by the Aware self all-sufficent of existence, humble accessory testifying, ignorant of eternity!

Hidden wedding of Spirit and Subject, Visible and Invisible, Lover and Beloved,

it is

TESTIMONY!

__________ (C major Seventh) _________

A fresh indisputable strength dashes liters of air in the bellows and the wood is dressed again of sacred semblances and the subject of usual consistence. Wagging the tail, Four-legged, sudden a frantic ring-a-ring-o'roses, telling:-Welcome back to us!

______________ (Sol Flat Seventh) __________________

It rains and I am without hat and just think to tomorrow when I will be muffled up of scarfs and knee socks digest the drunk one of cold!

Hereinafter there is another precipice where the wind has dug numerous furrows: there are some so great caves, is possible to enter and be protected from the rain! Heaps of dead leaves draw delicate hillocks, creating a soft carpet of natural color.

_____________________________(CHANGE TIME) ____________________

I had intention to mend me in a small cave that I knew, but something magnetized me on that inviting mantle. I diverted run and immediately I had her to my feet. Intensely looked me, she scrutinizes my body and my mind; an irresistible attraction invited me to possess that feeling.... to possess after all her thin! The union among collector, perception, to perceive and perceived, it would be happened!

I sank with heaviness among the leaves, picking up her under my face. The avid impulse of quantity, accelerate the movements; I filled my soaked suits of water and leaves and I tried an immense participation in that gesture of love, where my body, my spirit, my soul, fairly shared that natural relationship: the return to the material source with the coordination of all the elements; the conscience not fertilized by the spirit; the intelligible awareness of the "to be us", admirable finality of our trip and to the arrival, the mental one will abdicate, abandon it's companion, dissolving itself in it's small and...

... Awareness will shine of primordial light, without testimony, human intellect, love, without desire, without happiness! Existence, Awareness! Admirable restlessness!

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_________________ (I Give Greater Sharp Settima)______________

Hermitage of S.Antonio. Aged religious pathos, ruin of proletarian human burdens, attend as always me without body! Magic reception, family perfume, hidden angles to the senses complain my tuned in affection. Ancient unhinged window prone to the spoletin wind, dictator and capricious, devastating dominator.

Yours to reign it wakes up again symphonies of left hisses; Times, Packrat, Staircases, Dust, Spiders they listen careful; glass door and sharp barricades bring to the porch, place of important decisions. Grisly galleries in the garret, shelter of colombiums, underground shattered, adorned of frescos abandoned by the look; endless stalls requiem of military horses, possessed by the fire and wind!

_______________ (You Flat Seventh) _____________________

I take a seat in the dust, close to the fireplace and I think is a good idea to turn on the fire. I pick up some trifles and after having sistemate it, sets them on fire. The room where I am slowly starts to warm up. I take out the jacket and relax me completely. A pleasure to feel the tingling in the hands that timidly administer the touch, but above all to be captured from the fire and his eternity to become. A strong smell of shit devastates my sense!!

I look around me hoping that the " packet" was not there, around me! Unfortunately I'm wrong me. Fierce and uninhibited, to few meters, she look me with admiration. To judge from the fragrance and the lukewarm vapors, her age ought to be few minutes of life, so I realize that someone should be in exploration for the staircases of the convent. I extend the ear in attended to gain some suspicious creaking and to the sudden one, from the corridor that conducts to the porch, I feel a noise of footsteps dragged with tiredness, alternate to a dry tap on the floor.

I lean out me to the door and say: - Welcome to the Grand'Hotel Albornoz, from this part, I pray! - - Oh! There be someone! - a hoarse voice responds. An old monk with the white beard, verse of me came, supporting himself to a bamboo reed. The fixed one in the eyes and I know that he knows that I know! - Really here you had to turn on the fire son? - he tells point-blank me, - It is not even the case to speak of it - I reply sure of me.

- By the way I don't succeed in understanding as, has done to clean himself since I don't see some type of paper, leaf or cloth or proper utensil for the purpose! - While I am saying these words, I realize to exaggerate some, but the old monk removes from me suffered by the embarrassment: - The providence handles everything, but doesn't want that its secret disclose him! I beg you not mortify over! and leaves that I can get warm some, I have very cold and not see the time to return in the convent!

I picked up him a box seat and systematized close to the fire thinking that this knowledge deserved a depth examination. By hard-looking it seemed one of that monks that go around to dawdle been accustomed to and to distribute benedictions, pretending with good-humored some begs, but something told me that this man was particular.

- How come around from these parts? - taming him with inquisitional tone. - Well!, really I don't know it! - he answered swinging the head as if should have a knot on the conscience, and it continues - You see, you are young, you have thousand hopes in your heart, thousand projects to realize and the Lord will drive you for hand so that you can choose the correct road! I am old by now, I'm come to the conclusion and I know inside of me something is changing; I seek the loneliness in the hope to understand the causes of this spiritual disbandment of mine, just now, from old, when I should pick up the fruits of a life instead it consecrates entirely to welcome inside of me the light of the truth, the love of God, the mercy of Christ! I don't know what to tell you, wanders the whole day looking for an answer to my question.

For the whole life I have imagined a God, up there in the skies, that deep love and grace on all the men a good wish; I have imagined to see him in every place; and reread the Sacred Writings with passion and devotion; I have been moved in the innumerable prayers turned to the Eternal Father and now? Now from old man, next to the death, I understand that I have celebrated for the whole life a stupendous creation of my imagination, a sort of self-hypnosis, but now the effects start to fade away and I feel me lost, abandoned in this unknown ocean of the existence! - To listen to him while he is speaking is concerning and that particular way to rub himself the hands, as to recall from the unknown benign strengths, is funny, as it is funny to see him there, close to me, framed by a brown tunic, external symbol of its choice renouncer to the natural instincts of the man. I have to take a decision! I have to pick him up enough in hurry!

The monk is in full existential crisis and although the thing by itself is exceptional, is an unique occasion for him to have me close to itself there, but he doesn't know it, and in his hearth knows that will recite a desolate monologue to free himself from the oppressive one distresses that pursues for a long time him! I can entertain him in my world and to disclose him the deception by the great cosmic mind; to make him that crop out in surface the immanence of his spiritual loom and to disintegrate the hide impediments to the awareness of the to be us.

Suddendly, almost to ask comfort ask me: - You thing thinks of it? Do you believe indeed that there is up there a creative God increat, inspiring of the human matters? - To this question I don't succeed in holding back me to answer and I pursue: - When my daughter was born, I held up the back of my wife and I saw the miracle of the access to the existence in first person. While I was washing her little body I thought about thing would have become from great and since that time have never stopped day-dreaming! I remember the day when its ego was born how rapid destroyed the spirit, this many months it happened after its birth.

This event is memorable because it is the instant in which you come expel from the heaven and catapulted in the world that you same build with your imagination day by day. Your little body, in perfect harmony with the existence is violated by your ego that slowly takes form and consistence, fed and fed by the collective ego, thoughtful to dress the new pupil with cloths of the past, of custom, of idler spiritual traditionalism.

We don't realize that we are subtract ourselves to the eternal life with our hands, collaborating to the fortification of the universal self, from us same created, in the moment in which you activate the mechanism of separation from the world, from the world that you can see and touch, the world that exist before to your awareness of the existence and in the meantime dies together with you, following you in the grave, only advantage achieved.

When you are a child and unprovided every voice you can listen submit God to you. Meanwhile You slowly grow, learning the way of living with him, to put aside from the fact that God exists or less, because the only to speak is already a presupposition of hypothetical existence of it. God however there is, that you want him or not, that he exists or less, for the simple fact that find him anywhere, in every place and bottom different names! God is as the dandruff: never you can shake it off!

If a day you decided to know the finality of your keep going in the body, there would be always him to tell you: - Why are you dreaming? Don't you see that I am here? - So, for to know the truth is forced beginning from the truth, example of disgusting logical contradiction. When it is search something it needs to start from the first step.

In God's search, the first step are you, really you, the one with which you are in intimity for a long time! While I was saying these words, the monk bent the head holding among the hands, shake it like a closed bear in the cage, then told to me: - Your words make me understand where happened the error and in truth... I'm partially agree with you, even if I admit only now, to have contemplated what I wanted that should to be - Also S.Paul - I brusquely chimen in, - In the second letter to the Corintis says that while we are living in the body, we are pilgrims so distant from the Lord, because we live supported by the faith and not from the clear vision of it! - Therefore according to your thought - replied the monk - faith is not anything else than a sort of harmful imagination for the search of the truth!

The faith - I add - is incapability to know! And' a question without answer! True wisdom is the non conceptual awareness of the existence, in whose essence there is not questions neither answered. You cannot know by your mental activity: mind and knowledge are incompatible! An object of the perception cannot be the source of the perception! Truth is not something that happens in the mind, but "to the mind." In your brain you can celebrate only fantastic mental parts, well projected spiritual monuments that can satisfy you until there is the mind, but you know that your self is the only thing that dies for sure and your self it is not anything else than her... I Have remained alone! The monk is silently dispersed leaving me alone there as an imbecile talk to the flames!

_____________Sol Flat Sesta_____________

Conscience in analysis, inquisitional self-process, excites in fight, noble attempt, bulky impulse and out place! Warm Loneliness, Uniform Fairly between Stepfather and adoptive Daughter; Interlacement of touching looks, invite to the Communication, tender conversation among us:

- You are a Shit - I tell point-blank her, - However could be very well another thing! I know that are only a shit because have told me ! When I name you I cannot exempt to try a certain Disgust! We have happened in the existence in the same way: me before and you of behind! Me, after nine months of pregnancy, you after a few times of digestion! We will have the same fate and this unites us. Is sufficient bitter something only because it shares the destiny?

- Today I will make an exception, I will disclose you the secret of my father that has abandoned me in this ruin to the sad destiny to be devoured from the air and from the Flies! You has had the good heart to bury me, or at least to cover me, but come to us!

- There is no doubt, I reflect, it is her, this shit in front of me that is speaking! When I hear the voice it stirs as a mouth. What an experience unbelievable!

This way it continues: -I have seen my father in front of the mirror that said: - You are a clown, a dirt coward, a slimy boaster of incontestable doctrines in which you don't even believe. You know that you lie and you know it with the whole soul, with that soul that uses for deceiving the people lost is in this sea shaken of the existence. You are scanty, but you cannot do without because the life, this game to broom from which you cannot escape, it frightens and terrorizes yourself.

Have given to you some lost papers and above all you don't know how to play it and so you disguise yourself behind the tunic that protects you from the responsibilities that a union between meat and meat and spirit and spirit create! Go chattering love among the men without knowing what means to a pulp the hands fourteen hours a day with the pick, to be evicted, to share your life with a woman in which have annihilated to regenerate you of mighty mental virility.

You have infiltrated in a great family of parasites that greedily suck the wandering spirit of those people pressed by the vicissitudes of the life and if you should them in peace, they would find alone the road for a free introversion! But you need money, so many money to widen your empire and to subjugate with false promises of eternity the whole humanity!

If you should can you would use the strength as you have always done: dominate and blackmail the consciences! You know that you are so, but cannot change because are too much coward! Remembers that all the men of church are on the black book of Satan!

- I pray you, not to add anything more - I tell her astounded and take the rubbed cover of Christian Family and I give her Catholic burial!

Out there has stopped raining; I take my jacket and go out. The wind is stopped, but the cold is still intense! Nettles in trap and dank Brambles they accompany me along the path. Four-legged is a helmsman drawing " zig-zag" endless. The path is always the same and me not changed son. A ray of sun illuminates the soft mantle witness of unity!

The my self my connected. Lightnings that sparkle! Intense din of thunder! Storm! Me prone. Inclinable bother me fields where God is born.

There are Animal
that believe to be the People
and they are in the Dark;
There are Animal
that doubt to be the People
and they are the Bordering ones;
There are Animal
that don't think
and they are in the Light.
The Bordering one is who through a thin thread
is still Tied to the Concept of Person,
a little small Push and... will return ANIMAl!



You are "just there"; in SkySea;
FireWater;DayNight:you attend
there " of LiveDieLaughing.
Thin saliva of Spider
from Navel even now
to Placenta go!
Spidery Veil
Will melt!
Border
You
to!

The dog barks
and I listening;
the stomach howls
and I nourish him;
a breast comes
and I excite me;
the eyelids open
and I see;
the fire burns
and I shout;


my Liberty
on which base it is erected?

The mighty shade pursues wary:
you sleep!
Well manufactured
the detached house between Cypresses and cypresses Poplars
take the life of your family nucleus.

_____________Everything is perfect:_________

Geometric harmony color the Look
of sober Reliability.
Your paved container attends,
as every night,
to grant his Virginity,
the purity of your Life,
the innocence of your Children........
while to the Chain

____the Dog bark in the Night!_____

The Impalpable shade has come
and overhangs Mighty your garden.
The Aware Horror
intimidates the Poplars, the Cypresses and every thread of grass;
the fragile Nests
preserver of tender Wings;
the Cement, the Asphalt, the Pail, the Chain,
the Dog, his barking and the air that take him....

______________
They knows that every night it comes
and cry for your defenseless Essence
Tears of Aware Testimony
but the shade Pursues and Penetrates Invading your Shelter,
Unhinging Every Door,
Looking for you,
Knowing to Find you
As always
defenceless and unprotected.

(spoletin accent; interrogative tone)

Handcuffs! Handcuffs!
I am 40 years old and I am an artisan!
A baby like you 25 years old
cannot handcuff me!
...... there is a past
...... some values
...... some anguishes!
Handcuffs! Handcuffs! Shame!

In this way howled the early-morning guzzler,
intrepid ensign of the dawn...
supported by the mullion without lead!
Morning: three o'clock:
to the café of the gas station attendant
they dashed " O' Rosciu "(the redman)
on the back seats
of the blue alfetta bishop-swallows,
three little boys
authorized by the oath!

The coffee and the croissant
that I had just ingested
began to converse among them, lowly!

- Oh What disgusting scene! To handcuff so an artisan poor man
only because was drunk! - DryThroath you are a hero!! -
said the croissant.
It replied the coffee:
- When the image is not relish it doesn't necessary to assault the screen,
is enough to replace the movie!
When you accept the identity card
you have to acknowledge the rules of the game.
If file yourself you know your future!
The document guarantees you
a predestined future
and a thought prepackaged.
An artisan is in the system: be the system!
The transgressor infringes himself!

When you accept to be full name
your liberty is cemented in the foundations of the empire.
When you accept to have been born the day of the month of the year,
your spirit is chained
to the illusion of the concept of person.
It is too much comfort to make the human being rejecting the rules of it!
Nobody can force to be him,
but be coherent!
If don't want renouncement:
disintegrates the documents and your past.
Now are light and outlaw!
Without name
without face
without me!
Without human inventions,
with an only possession:
the liberty not to be a human!
Does The thing frighten you?
- And if I wanted to give up making the croissant?
- You are still in time - it shouted the coffee
(while are advancing threatening the gastric juices)
- You still have some second
to deny your choice.
You are now able to awareness yourself,
in this instant,
just...that you... -
SGLOP! SBLUP!

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End of the conversation. To bad that cannot be interfered in our automatic functions! What believes ours it works for his account and you count as the 2 of trump. Sin! Was a stimulating conversation!

Life is a habit,
a fool repetition of suffocating situations,
an emotional swing
of perceptions filtered by the irresponsibility!
- We go for not returning anymore
and we keep on embroidering the concept of extinction
with disinterested involvement."

The meat craves the putrefaction,
the Temple populates him of worms,
earth welcomes its sewage
mixing herself in it
to produce from herself
Aware Vegetable Existence.

Your Faith
is not penetrated anymore
from the faithful ring finger pedantically;
it lies plain, immovable,
while you keep on going down
from your fool auto
waiting for gratification!

Your mind and you,
each on one's own!
You try to Transcend her
but she tenaciously stick
to your Skull.
Only if you'll do of your duality
an unity,
Will land!

ME AND YOU
YOU AND ME,
YOU FOR YOU
ME FOR ME.
ME, " NOT ME "
YOU WITH YOU;
OVER ME,
ME, NOT YOU.

BOTH TOGETHER!