Kates Playground The Rabbit

On the milky color revolution entropic

And while impossible forms of violent flare color standing out from 'deepest darkness, I see dance textured chromatic substances, which were fascinated by cyclic dying souls, are expanding their facilities radical inconsistency as if to grab the latest inventories of vital molecules, dispersed dall'inespresse grinds organic, suspended in the soft dirt of the axis and supported by pregnant dreams land.

ecstasy So entropy of an eternal becoming is the face that is appearing between your desired tonal fragmentary moments, mnemonic dispersed particles in the recesses of historical reminiscences time now lost to oblivion ... sold, now crowded by anything alive.

It will therefore be vacuous in the flourishing of those appearances that changing body coils spread around my feelings, making it the ultimate essence of any substance should be consumed for ever, since there will be nothing beyond the advent of this iridescent miasmatic and chaos.

quell'irreale And it was only semblance of color to let this mind now surrendered, could rejoice last time of ecstasy believed forgotten, but it served the entire remaining life in order to settle the price quest'ultraterreno of gift ...

and tightening the heart and eyes, was immense color to burn these untamed membra, lasciando fluire in me quell’empia quiete dovuta, esortata dalla nascita di un’insana oscurità cortese.

RLV

Solodyn And Headaches

On the feeling of the neighborhood lost

Partiamo con il dire che è questo è un servizio per un'emergente stilista, Arianna Isotti, e per la sua nuova collezione "d'ARIA"...di conseguenza il testo che ho scritto non è, come in the other post on the photo itself, but the context in which I found to work. The location of the set is the wonderful mountain area district, Rome, here I had the opportunity to know the wonderful people I have found to work, of course, Arianna Isotti stylist, the makeup artist Marina Macii, the beautiful model Michelle (http : / / michelab.it /), the excellent assistant and photographer around the backstage Luca Latrofa. A more particular thought goes to those who have done part of the set in various ways, Gerard, Vincent, Matias and other people present there. The text that I wrote as it is put into this context that I have lived in those streets and those people who showed me a side his humanity until now I had never met before and I very much hope that they can live again.

pictures and words to you ...

Sarà tra sospirati sentieri e lievi sguardi

che vedrò scorrer via

questa fornicante moltitudine d’anime inespresse,

here in ancient stone and twisted air

feel the mood to come to life

beyond the formalities of the time.

faint spectra will guide my steps

whispering of the events experienced mutations

where people and deeds were nothing

unless extensions will of a melancholy pleasant place,

fascinating mysteries and vicissitudes of the crypt,

for whose secrets

every essence

taking shape their existing knowledge

through the word of others,

fruitful source that diversity in its perfection.

So unexpected encounters between wandering and you want to wake,

go touching those preserved shadows

sealed between rioters minds and raging passions,

forced between feverish meat and poetic instincts ...

and still lives at the point of flooding the earth

with tumultuous and violent apparitions visionary

be where and die

lose substance

before the magnificence of birth.

Scattered between oneiric phantasmagoria so sound,

evocations of a disconnect than our local entities,

go on rising emotional grotesque foul language ...

manifest unconscious representations,

materializations so virtuously fairs

to make that heart and head

should be moving in unison

in a sea of \u200b\u200bfruit that seems uneasy dreams

some unclean abstract

touched by the dark.

... and I loved those few moments as likely

that I seem to hear even

quell'eccelse notes received

had a moment of silent assent
...

and all of a sudden

was shaken by the collagenase substrate of this immense life ...

vibrating air.

RLV