excerpt from FREQUENCIES (in listening) – part 1

“… They told me I couldn’t sleep with puppies, that I’d catch diseases, that they’d dirty my clothes.
But they never told me that “animals” means SOUL-THERE (“ANIMA-LÌ” in Italian), and that—along with children—they are the only ones who speak the soul’s language.

They made me believe I had to study for an education.
But they never told me that outside of school lies power; they never told me that those in charge don’t use education, but ignorance, arrogance, and presumption…

They told me I had to treat material things well, or else they would wear out and lose value.
But they never told me that human relationships follow the same principle…”

excerpt from A HOME FOR LOST SOULS

“… I want to create a gathering place for lost souls.
A place where the only possible communication is silence.
Where gazes become pages and smiles are pens to write upon them.

I’d like to create it, because there is no gravity in this life.
People float without ever touching reality.
They hide and deny themselves the fundamental existence of contact…

I’d like a home with no mirrors, where the only reflection is the gaze of our own analogy.
I’d like that to be the only technology: no Wi-Fi, with souls connected to emotions and to everything that can be navigated within.

A hug as a way to break the ice, a kiss as ink on a brush, a canvas to leave our signature and share our existence together. (…)”

excerpt from THE MAGIC CHEST OF WORDS

“… There is a greater power within us.
It is engraved in the meaning of our life, in the value of each breath, and in the ability to translate the moment with a smile.

It is a power more empirical than logical, for it is tied to symbols and signs we do not yet fully understand.

The power of a word, for instance.
We often talk, write, speak, and babble to each other about feelings and states of mind that — at least apparently — we let out through our mouths or hands.

But when something comes out of us, whether it’s a word or a gesture, we should pay closer attention…

Everything we release has been kept safe inside our magic chest. (…)”

excerpt from LETTER FROM ORION

“… I used to say to my parents:
“I didn’t choose to be born — you’re the ones who brought me out.”
I repeated it every time I searched for a reflection of identity.
Also because, in this pond of a world, I often got lost,
to the point of excluding myself from reality.

I’ve always felt different.
In my eyes, in my face, in my chest.
I never found the rhyme…
and I left my heart in a waiting room.

I used to ask questions no one ever answered.
I used to pretend to read, because sometimes school steals everything you have.
And I had purity to spare.
Colors and sounds to choose from…
Ideas that weren’t written in books.
Solutions to problems without questions.

And yet I was frightening.
And to many, I needed treatment…
“You’re ugly, you’re weird, you’re not normal.”

But I was beautiful like the sea in winter…
Funny and sweet like a special animal,
but one that’s going extinct. (…)”

excerpt from LET A KNIGHT RISE

“… Let a Knight rise wherever there is something worth defending.
Be it honor, a value, or the one thing that cannot be lost…

Let a Knight rise wherever shadow wounds the Light.
Be it courage, perseverance, or what the heart translates…

Let a Knight rise whenever words cause pain.
Against arrogance and presumption, violence or submission…

Let a Knight rise with no shield and no sword.
Let him have the energy and magic of a gaze that defeats those who don’t return it…

Let a Knight rise within you.
Every time you’re on your knees and your head asks you why… (…)”

excerpt from CHASING

“… Chasing the Sun you may find many shadows to conceive, embrace, or define.
Chasing the wind you may run into doors slammed in your face, or discover new paths to walk.
Chasing life you might get lost… or find yourself again.
Whereas chasing nothing, nothing will ever happen.

Sometimes, though, there’s no need to chase: just go.
And the only thing to do rhymes with what frees us from overthinking…

Because chasing dreams can bring about miracles lodged in the heart, where enlightened thoughts chase a past consciousness.

Chasing ENERGY, you may find solutions that don’t yet exist materially.

Chasing the SOUL, you may reach places untouched by humankind.

Chasing a hand, instead, you may write things that “aren’t needed” now… but that, in time, someone will read and understand. (…)”

excerpt from SOMETHING DIFFERENT

“… I like discovering something different, being surprised, and putting myself out there.
I like diving into deep waters or risking getting burned by fire.
I like challenges, as long as they’re fair.
I like imagining I have wings.
I like staying silent when I have so much to say.
I like sharing what I have and improvising what I don’t yet know.
I like to dare, to dream, to go beyond expectations and definitions.
I like to touch, to smell, to brush against songs.
I like letting go and making love.
Learning, listening, and finding something worth staying for.
I like traveling without knowing where I’m going, because I always know how to return. (…)”

excerpt from IT’S NOT TRUE

“… I’ve written something in my eyes that I can’t manage to see.
That’s why, when I look at you, I only read a part of me.

I’d like to use you for this, and forgive myself a little more.
I’d like to tell you that you are the light I see…
But every time I think it, I go dim inside.

Because it’s not true.
I only see myself, the best part of me clinging to your gaze.

I’ve written something on my skin that I can’t manage to touch.
That’s why, when I brush against you, I can feel my own warmth.

I’d like to use you for this, and warm myself a little more.
I’d like to tell you that you are the poem that draws a scent…
But every time I think it, my skin begins to crack. (…)”

excerpt from THE MEETING POINT

“… Give me a duty, and I’ll turn it into pleasure.
Give me darkness, and I’ll find a crack of light.
Give me absence, and I’ll find your presence in the details of my existence.
Give me trust, and I’ll find coexistence.
Give me your dreams, and I’ll find a journey to take and a mystery to uncover.

INFINITY is nothing but the meeting point between two opposites.

And that’s where what I love is born.

I love seeing people who love each other without too much display.
I love looking into the eyes of those who love what they do.
I love passion itself.
I love what carries me beyond myself.
I love those who manage to stay, without making noise. (…)”

excerpt from WHO’S MEANT FOR YOU, IS MEANT FOR YOU

“… Who’s meant for you will find you.
Or at the very least, they’ll resonate with you.
But they will only do so when you are.
Only when you understand who you are.

Who’s meant for you
will stop to look at the same painting in an exhibit.
They’ll listen to the same song, even if it’s not in your room.
They’ll read the pages of the book you haven’t opened yet.
They’ll watch the same movie that stirs your soul.

Who’s meant for you
will blend in among the crowd, because they’ll carry your same doubt:
“Will someone meant for me ever exist?” (…)”