A love that is imperfect, is a perfect love in wrong time and circumstances.it’s a homeless love, a love with no place, a love no longer visible.
Without a place in the world, it’s a love with the hidden face of him and her ( untitled 1,untitled 2 ) both lying and waiting for the disclosure of ther mystery.
They are hidden lovers, the bodies lying down on the ground, waiting for a belonging. Not- consecrated couple breathing under a red scarf that hardly shows their shapes, like Magritte’s “lovers”, they hide something, the same thing they tell.
In a low voice, like words of love and night promises must be told, she holds a rose in her hand, the same rose, maybe, he’s got in his collar. It’s a pact, a trich or a secret. Love returns the objects into symbols and love builds meanings.
Love devises ways, stratagems, love runs alone paths not in the map, love keeps himself awake at night, love goes through enchanted woods using magical instruments to upside down the order of things.
“Love breeds” is the desire of creation in every level, carnal, spiritual, artistic. The words on the body of the metaphorical- son are fragments of a correspondence. It’s the dream of extention inside the other and beyond, the flooding of a beloved land.
“ The beginning of many alphabets” represents the first copy-book, the first shy tryings of writing, the signs that will tell every “ from now on”.
The page is open on every “a”, the same “a” that brands the fire seal of the letter of “you in my pockets”, a paper amulet that you bring like a soldier lost in a war of handicaps and adverse fate.
“The paths of stone petals” tells the story of a walk into words and stones not to get lost.. they give a visual track to the hound- heart.
“take to your heels 3 times” ( from the dorothy of the “Wizard of oz”, is the dreamt way to reach the beloved-one every time, wherever she is, as fast as desire itself.
And if by daylight there are magical shoes,at night you need a pillow ( “The entrance of sleep”)with words similar to an erotic poem ( by Patrizia Valduga ) that leads you to the edge of dreams, to the passion that emerge-again with the dark, the starving passion that comes up body from ink. The veiled lovers have to unveil their face and look totally at themselves.
They must look ,and let everybody look at them if they want a place to baptize with ther name, if they want a “title” to name them. Love upsides down the order of things, subverts and undermines, love moves the tide latitudes.only by running this risk, and only then, they’ll have a time just for themselves
