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She is creeping free…

Crystal clear water of the secret river brings life,
making her believe that she is reborn…

The risk from the forest’s dangers is revitalizing…

She feels she wants to worship the ancient woodland,
to feel her body being in unconventional harmony
with nature…

She can sense the sacred place,
she can trace the scent of the sublime mystery,
she can embrace the power of this mastery essence…

Shadows of light and dark seem to have a timeless effect
on her romantic mood…
The unknown whispers in her ear the most erotic song…

And sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?

She walks through the secret gate
into the world of wonder,
inside the abyss of cerulean passion,
trying to steal the kiss…

I was in Vienna for a few days having one and only dream…

To see the “kiss”…

I do not know exactly what initially impressed me in this painting
and I passionately desired to see it live…

Maybe the simple life of Gustav Klimt…
He was very much devoted to his art…
He was spending hours and often days facing his subjects…

Maybe I was also impressed reading that he was very active
sexually but he used to keep his affairs secret and avoiding
any scandals.

He was a symbolic painter. He liked to create allegorical scenes
and fashionable portraits, he loved beauty and harmony,
presenting them in his own unique way…

The Kiss…

The kiss is not just a remarkable painting.
It is much more than a masterpiece.
It is an idea… It is an icon which takes out of the abyss
one message…
… the loss of self that lovers experience…

Yes, I travelled a cold evening from the center of Vienna
to Belvedere palace, alone…

I was so anxious to see the painting in the palace-museum…
I entered the beautiful gardens, covered by the heavy snow.
I went up on the floor almost running, walked across the various
rooms and suddenly I saw the “kiss”…

It was a big painting on the wall…
I stopped… I was enchanted…
I could not breath…
What attracted my attention was that only the faces and hands
of the two lovers were visible. All the other parts of the bodies
were covered by gold and colourful rectangles…

Yes… I was now sure, that Klimt with this painting
wanted to express visually one and only thing…

“the emotional and physical explosion of erotic love”

All these came to my mind as I was sitting on the couch,
with dim light, drinking sparkling wine, listening to music
and thinking of you…

It was New Year’s eve…
A wolf had been seen in an open space of a deep forest…

He was very dark and his eyes were shining under the moon…
It was the first quarter and the dim light of the young moon
was hiding the reality and brought out perception…

Somewhere in the far distance, I heard a wild growl…
It was 11 in the morning, but I went to the fridge,
opened the door, took out the bottle of Asti,
opened it, poured in a pure crystal glass,
and had a long sip

I suddenly spot the small flashlight under a young cyclamen.
I leave my imagination free to travel over the trees,
taking off for the stars.

I approach the flashlight and only then, I see the book…

I wonder if this is the magic book, that has been lost for ages.
I pick it up carefully and I open this dusty book.

It seems to be empty, but as I go on looking,
the words start forming and narrate their story…

I am full of expectations, I want to guess…
Something inside me pushes me to go on reading,
sarching for the message of the unknown…

“Love can set you free…
Trace the adventurous path to a secret world
ad kiss the delicate petals of a mysterious rose…”

I am scared of the truths that will fly to the mind…

I suddenly close the book…
I wonder who wrote these

I wander in the deep forest,
expecting the surprise of the abyss…
I am carrying the precious message
of the most peculiar time traveller…

What will be my treat?
How I can escape the urban hunter
and get lost in the pack?

I raise my head towards the anxious moon,
I feel my skin, I smell the scent,
and I wait for the trick…

And these of the past?
Why they let go my hand
and seek the company of darkness?

And I, am just touching a few adventurous hours that were left,
playing with the present…

We are Dreamers… a mixture of pure fantasy and
passionate innocence, always searching for the crystal sky…

Our souls shroud a misty horizon and an uneasy sea,
into the caves of our minds…

He was puzzled, because while his body was carrying
the experiences of his whole life,
his mind had stopped at the time he was10 years old…

The small path in front of him was not passable…

He was walking with great difficulty in the woods…
There was dark green vegetation all over him.
He was at 2000 metres height, it was paradise…

He had climbed through the picturesque villages of Giarre
and Zafferana and he reached the crater Silvestri at 1950 metres.

He was impressed by the clarity of the sky… Almost crystal…

A path nearby invited him to follow it, and so without
much thought, he headed east, and walking faster,
he saw the red marks on stones and rocks…

Then he looked down at the slopes of the mountain…
Vineyards and orchards… a magnificent plain…
and also various species of oak and stone pine,
as well as birch and beech…

Broom plant and other shrubs dotted the area

Suddenly time stopped…
The fascinating landscape imprisoned him…
The wild and at the same time peaceful beauty around excited him
as the first breaths of night covered earth..

He could feel the lava flowing down, passing through the land…

He could smell the past,
he could sense the scent of his grandfather running
down these plains, laughing and playing…
What a symphony of scents, colours, memories…

He opened his eyes again, he thought he saw
a spark in the sky and he smiled…