He was concentrating on his breathing While the last beat of his heart was fading away He was still there dived into his desire.A breath, a memory of her smell. Powerful sensation straight into his senseswhere the little details of his life were exploding in a myriad of regrets She was crying on her knees right … Continue reading EroAnGst – Feat. G. F. Watts
The sun warms my flesh, my lighted head spins fast.I want the moon against the dark background of my nightmares.No stars, just the moon, up in the sky, alone, desolated. I try to walk but my feet are glued to the spot. I do not move. Inside, am I moving? Blood, beats, thoughts. My tongue is … Continue reading II. Panicnoia – Feat. A. Bloch
I. Prelude My legs are invisible while I walk on the clouds.The next step is uncertain, slowly towards the next falling one.Wet with sweat, my sight is blurred, many faces, enemies in disguise. I stagger to my feet, another weird feeling of death. I can taste it, the air is saturated with anguish. Numbness, tingling … Continue reading I. Panicnoia – Feat. P. Klee
Exhibitionism: bodies and minds together, linked by the dull instability of the self. Reflected into the mirror, the face covered with delusion. A lot of words, written off, sentences spoken and sights without connections - lost into h(s)h(i)e(m) self. “§” Within the multitude - solitude. § is alone. And § shows what §s got - … Continue reading The desolate consciousness and the being unveiled – Feat. Egon Schiele
The space before my eyes; the background of your forgiveness. Picturing my outer space, from your hands careless of my inner world. Do you see my eyes wide open? my catatonic posture? I do not walk…anymore. I stand my ground while your indifferent and impudent estrus makes me immortal.
Self-burning, looking at nowhere. If my sight meets yours, do not care, walk out.I am just avoiding the explicit happiness while I am enjoying your misery written into your smile.
I ) Della Divisione Spaziale Ogni divisione spaziale corrisponde sempre ad una organizzazione esistenziale. L'esistenza, come concetto d'essere, che in questo caso e' trattata come tale, e' riferita alla presenza-nello-spazio. - Un corpo, veicolato da una coscienza o gia' privo di essa, viene definito non solo dalla sua estensione materiale ma anche dallo spazio che … Continue reading Dell`esistenza spaziologica
Astenersi dal fare qualcosa è un grande atto di coraggio. Voler far qualcosa significa riconoscere "una" pulsione quasi incontrollabile che ci spinge ad agire in un determinato modo.Una delle pulsioni più famose è quella sessuale, una spinta voluttuosa che ci ricorda inesorabilmente la nostra natura-naturale. Nonostante ci sforziamo di velare la nostra origine con espedienti … Continue reading Ex-Pulsioni ovvero la leggerezza dell’anima – Parte I
A broken Incest Freud of the real desires, of the straight instincts, those of the man that understood the inner soul of the humans. Not a creepy, disturbed man with a shameless enslavement to bourgeois power (his grandfather, the neurologist), but a simple master, a humble intellectual who spoke to the masses by depicting mainly … Continue reading Borderartline or the two Freud.
The present is never presence. Once we think to have it in our grip, suddenly we already lost it. It is slimy and elusive. It is in our nature to believe that living the present it is a certain thing, but it isn't: when you pronounce the word "now", it is already gone, it's gone the same … Continue reading The “now” unfolded #Anguish in becoming#