Bruising And Hot Spots

From where I am inspired

The sea inspires me ... that rocks my dreams ... my dreams ... my sea ... my life.

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"Master ... how can I do? "said the girl
by dark circles, patting the hood of green cloth with the fingers worn by the hard work of filtering and firing

" I do not sleep at night, and heavy thoughts plague my soul. I feel the weight of things to come and I fear that torments me. Do you have a few plants, some precious essence .. a root extract that relieves the load? "
With a calm smile painted on his thin lips, the hoary-bearded man approached the girl. He stared at her softly penetrating irises in her eyes verdeacqua. Then he said: "My dear, why in the world covet the remedy? Begging here before me? Why groped to reproduce it artificially when all the ingredients for your care are in you? Search
the seeds in your mind .. There you will find colored confetti that you thought you had forgotten. Memories of youth. The seeds of the tangerine of your fears, hopes, hiding under the pillow. Peanuts of your desires. The extravagance of the spirit. Pain. And there is the hidden potential of wonderful things, in small caskets that already contain things that are going to be.
not need anything else.
Seeds. "


The girl turned her back to the elderly from the shining hair, and headed straight towards itself, inwards, together the warm sound of the sea.

Amaro love love loving

What was given to me from the lips of fire
His eyes burned skin


to spy on my soul I was tainted by his desire mind

And his hands
choked my pleasure.

Amaro
love that I miss the nights
turning around in this empty bed
My hands wish her skin
Her hair
The scent killing me The torment


The bitter love
curse that was given to me.

His tired eyes ringed by dark circles black crave looking for a sign of a color. Disoriented, laying eyes afflicted everywhere. Tired of her torment, and the weight of his thoughts, he falls on the golden sand on the border between land and sea. Look at his bare feet and the enamel of his faded black nail them while slowly sinking into the sand as fine as flour.

"Why are you sad girl? ... What is troubling you?" Her voice came
making unexpected jump. Looked up and saw the figure of a beautiful woman, radiant, almost untouchable. "I do not sleep at night, and heavy thoughts plague my soul. I feel the weight of things to come and I fear that torments me. I have to try the seeds in my mind .. where to find colored confetti that I thought I had forgotten. Memories of my youth. The seeds of the tangerine of my fears, hopes that hiding under the pillow. Peanuts of my desires. The extravagance of the spirit. Pain. And there is the hidden potential of wonderful things, in small caskets that already contain things that are going to be.
I do not need anything else. This I know.
I find .. Seeds. "
With a gentle smile and maternal love, the woman with sensuous lips approached the girl. He took his hands of her thin white fingers. Then he said: "My dear, why do you torment? Why seek unnecessarily what is already inside you?

Why yes, these little treasures are already there in your belly. You only have to water them ...
Look over there .. this endless sea, collect the tears of heaven and the joy of our rivers which join up to him. All this gives him the power to inspire and give inspiration to his art of ancient models of the earth.
Here you will certainly find the nectar you are looking for nectar

your seeds And you do not need anything else. Only
rocking, watering .. seeds. And you'll see, beautiful roses will bloom. "

The woman turned her back to the girl and headed straight toward the horizon, walking lightly on the shoreline, leaving slight impression that the sea immediately remove.


This is the project that we are making me and my cousin Fabio Shivanarquois in art. To view most of the work visit:

www.simenzaferlazzo.blogspot.com

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THE PREFACE PREFACE WRITTEN BY ME IN MY BOOK

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It's fantastic to enter the world of Shiva Narquois through this work before. A warm world full of unique characters and details. A world in which the author confides in no uncertain terms and filters, which places its own questions, fears and hopes. Through the stories, taken from real or fanciful, addresses issues completely original. And in the background of the topics covered, which stands out clear and obvious loneliness and the malaise of our day
, alternate different characters - all representative of the various nuances of his being one - who, through emotional involvement with which the author describes them, they take the form becoming live, tragicomic and colorful. The writer deals with this path with a writing sophisticated and refined, but that does not weigh down the reading. Indeed, this feature makes the work even more original and fresh, and not at all trivial. The result is a book that can suck the reader into a vortex of emotions that only the writing of Shiva Narquois can give. The cornerstone of this little work, this intimate diary, the author is loneliness and the search for a path of life, a boy leads him to become a man. It addresses this issue immediately with the first story of the book
, Odin. But I am also touched topics such as search for a spirituality in the joints or soft human vanity in the fun and ambiguous Violavanità. A large space is devoted to poetry, autobiographical verses where they are refined and sophisticated in a highly personal style.
What can I say? The ingredients are all there for a good plate of seafood. To all of you a good read.

Philip Ferlazzo