My name was Amleta, I was an artist. I remember few things from that period now. I was in London, I was always away from home, I was in love with art, I was happy, I liked everything. It was a magical city, it was beautiful to see strange dressed people and clubs full of music and artists and everywhere there was beauty and inspiration. I felt satisfied. I felt like myself. It could never be like this again in all my other life. I was 19 and living with a friend of mine. I drank tea every day, ate tofu, bean sprouts, carrots, honey, pizza. I went to the Hare krishna and danced and I was happy and I felt at peace with myself. It was nice to make plans and have so many dreams. It was really nice. I had fun, I went to parties, I had a lot of friends and a job and a great career. Now all dreams are over. Now life has taken everything away. We enthuse, vitality, inspiration, art. Art is dwindling. I feel drained. I made some wax sculptures but nobody cares. Maybe I'll put them here, but I don't know. I have to take pictures, rediscover the desire to photograph some of my things.Sometimes I find it strange to tell my life. It's like I've had two different lives. One life before and one now. It seems to me like I was two different people. Now that girl from before, the artist Hamlet, the black lady, the creative soul, have all disappeared. Who have I become?
Feeling that sense of getting lost in the middle of the music, the only one
Without thinking that an audience judges
Get out of the sheet that sweats to go back into the dispersed intercourse
Over time that changes in beating a burning iron
With blood that spits and kills whoever helps, then scrutinizes
I move each strand of my puppet with subtle movements
But mine is a puppet who knows who is driving him, it is he who cuts his strings
It is the statue that is erected by enthusiasm and left to that guano he wears
A standing run, a cross on the ground
A vice, a hug, a patch, a tear, a violent silence
A voice, a mouth, a threshold, a light
A moon, a desire, a shape, a need, a woman, a pride, a retort, a sunset
A beach, a fate that I write, a fate that I live
A road that starts from here.
Void similar to the sea,
swimming, digging into the water, spinning in whirlpools of effervescent bubbles.
Minds of thinkers, closed in towers.
Good directions,
red heart beast,
ritalized with resistant scissors.
The flood made even Moses tremble but for the animals it was only rain.
A part of me has its forms,
the other part only you see.
Dangerous island, you arrive, castaway, and dig a pit.
Stay inside my thousand drowned souls.
( ITALIAN RHYMING VERSION)
Cuore simile al mare, nuotare, scavare dentro l’acqua, ruotare in vortici di bollicine effervescenti. Menti di pensatori, chiuse in torrioni. Buone direzioni, bestia del cuore rossa, ritaliata con forbici resistenti. Il diluvio fece tremare persino Mosè ma per gli animali era solo pioggia. Una parte di me ha le sue forme, l’altra parte la vedi solo tu. Isola pericolosa, tu arrivi, naufrago, e ti scavi una fossa. Rimani dentro le mie mille anime affogate.
John tormented by emotional shortage. Unleash his need for love in music. But when love arrives, she is the age of a mother. Is he a child looking for love? He remains enraptured by his mother's womb, absorbed, until his friendship with Paul is questioned. Paul realizing how much influence that woman has on him.
Music could not replace a mother. Yoko yes, he did. She drew her lost son to her and found him. John found himself but lost his friends. Are there other cases of wives or mothers or girlfriends "vacuum cleaners of genius people"?
Did Yoko bring out the best in John? Did it grow it or did it regress? Did he kidnap him from the Beatles to have him all for himself or did he want to help him demonstrate his genius in a complete way?
John struggled to spread his message of peace. Which musician these days is doing the same?
I remember when I clung to pain as if it were the only way out or maybe the only thing I was able to feel to feel something my life has always been as if I was suspended on a thread with shortness of breath and the anxiety of falling and collapsing sinking into that abyss of me the terror of not being able to go back up of not being able to feel anything but anger e hatred of myself that kept me in a cage and the outside world was nothing but a reflection, a distant mirage of all that I could not achieve I’ve always wondered why I run and never reach what I really dream of? because I run fast but the others are able to overtake me in all circumstances? I’ve always been left behind because, too sensitive I feel it all too much and it overwhelms me breaks my heart in two and I stand there in silence in a pool of my own tears I also understand that my biggest limitation is a dark part inside me that makes me see the world black and devoid of possibilities even if yes, I know that’s how it is, largely. but not life, life always has something to offer you even in the darkest of times you can find light in the smallest and most banal things that pass before your eyes every day but you don’t have to you never have to turn away you have to stop and observe, appreciate, be grateful and love even the smallest blade of grass that you step on without thinking about it we are all fragile but the strength is in the brave heart who decides to exist consciously another day get up in the morning and know you are worth because it has no malice hate envy or resentment that is able to prove. and just breathe again so day after day to live.
Here, now we are finally at the expansion of the heart, if we have worked well within ourselves.We are encouraged to live our truth and to move full force into the future that we desire and feel as a thrust of the soul. Now is the time to recognize the difference between who we really are and the roles we have accepted to play so far. When we no longer resist all of this we are able to move full force forward towards a higher state of being and also to manifest more and more instantaneously our deepest desires of the soul. There are great things in store, a year of great expansion and celebration but all this only if we are able to let go of everything that is no longer serving our Higher Self and if we are able to stand firm on our integrity and move towards the our truth, the truth of who we really are. All this is possible only thanks to a careful work on ourselves that allows us to remember more and more who we are beyond all that they wanted us to believe (and that we have accepted), beyond any idea that others people have put it inside us. Then we begin to strip ourselves of all these layers: age, where we live, friendships, relatives, work, … everything we do and are only in relation to others. Let’s gather inside our inner world, free ourselves from all those layers that have made us liars, unaware, cynical, hateful, cold, … and begin to visualize our warm and luminous flame within us. We are that Light, why have we forgotten all this about us? It is our essence diviba but we allowed layers and layers of people, things and events to cover it and we no longer saw it. But now we begin to melt ourselves inside the heart and remove those layers. We are that flame. We are Love.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 