In the wake of sapphire
  • Home
  • The Blogs
    • The sapphire blog
    • The crimson blog
    • The emerald blog
    • Wordpress space
  • Stories
    • TanzanEyes
    • The Masai girl
    • Rwanda
    • 3 Years later
    • India
  • Patterns of life
    • Schwetzingen
    • Silver in the morning
    • The other city
    • HumanNotHuman
    • Fading out
    • Those foggy days
    • StreetNoise
    • As the night gently talks
    • Assisi in Black and White
    • Praising the absence
    • Caesura
    • Convolution
    • Linee e forme
    • Impulses
  • People
    • Juliet
    • Street portraits
  • About

Ruvida

1/2/2015

 
Picture

Ruvida è la bellezza.
​Non levigata perfetta liscia imbalsamata in attese e pretese senza tempo.
Non composta, educata, incastonata ad arte tra luce ed ombra, danze ineguali che nulla aggiungono se non effimero piacere estetico in un attimo perso di fronte a nuovi giochi.

Ruvida e informale, inattesa, non colta. All’inizio solo percepita, un attimo, qualcosa di indefinito, una sensazione senza razionale esperienza, oltre la consapevolezza, pura viscerale emozionale scoperta che si palesa a sua discrezione. “Primavera non bussa lei entra sicura, come il fumo lei penetra in ogni fessura” (*)

Vive e respira l’incertezza del momento, la fragilità dell’essere, la consapevolezza del tempo e la sua forza a tutto indifferente, i suoi graffi, le sue promesse non mantenute.
Brucia dell’energia cui non sa dare un nome, dei sogni che chiedono sempre il meglio ed il meglio ancora. La luna a volte e l’impossibile, tutto e il contrario di tutto.
Ha gli occhi limpidi a riflettere il mondo dopo averlo purificato, ribaltato, rigenerato, trasfigurato.
Trascina senza chiedere conto, non conosce sconfitte
Bianca sfumatura, azzurra venatura, zaffiro, riflesso di rosso rubino.
Crogiolo di colori direzioni decisioni impulsi strade aperte e da aprire ostacoli a dare forza valenza spessore ragione consistenza. Fuoco e neve pioggia e vento sole terra luce e di nuovo esperienza ruvida di umana creatura a vivere giorni a vivere notti di coinvolgente affanno, dolce passione, ritmo incalzante sguardo fuggevole ed acuto sensi amplificati, profumo di capelli ad inebriare confondere tormentare.

Interazione e legame. Per un attimo o per sempre.

(*) Fabrizio De Andrè, “Un chimico” dall’album “Non al denaro, non all’amore, nè al cielo”

​Harsh is the beauty. Not smooth, plain, perfect, embalamed in timeless waiting and expectations.
Not polite, steady, artfully mounted among light and darkness, unequal dances adding nothing but ephemeral aesthetic pleasure in a moment lost in front of new games

Harsh and informal, unexpected, not catched.
At the beginning just perceived, a moment, something undefined, unclear, a sensation without any rational experience, beyond the awarness, pure visceral emotional discovery that reveales itself at its own discretion.
"Spring does not knock, she enters confident, like the smoke she penetrate each slot" (*)

She lives and breathes the uncertainty of the present, the fragility of being, the awarness of time and its strength to everything indifferent, its scratches, its broken promises.
She burns of the energy you cannot give a name, of dreams that always ask for more and more again.
The moon sometimes and the impossible, all and the contrary of all.
She has clean eyes to reflect the world after having purified it, overturned it, regenerated it, transfigurated it.

She Drags  without asking, she does not know defeats.

White shade, blue grain, sapphire red ruby reflection.
Melting pot of colours, directions, decisions, impulses, paths opened and to be opened, barriers to give strength, thickness, reason, consistency.
Fire and rain and snow and wind. Sun, soil, light and again harsh experience of human being to live days, and live nights of engaging wheezing, sweet passion, pressing rhythm, fleeting and sharp glance, senses amplified, scent of hair to inebriate, confuse, tantalize.

Interaction and bond.
For a while
Or forever and ever

Comments are closed.

    Author

    ​Stories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk.  Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience.  A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths. ​

    Archives

    November 2018
    October 2018
    September 2018
    August 2018
    July 2018
    June 2018
    March 2018
    February 2018
    December 2017
    October 2017
    September 2017
    August 2017
    July 2017
    June 2017
    April 2017
    March 2017
    February 2017
    January 2017
    December 2016
    November 2016
    October 2016
    September 2016
    August 2016
    May 2016
    April 2016
    March 2016
    January 2016
    November 2015
    October 2015
    September 2015
    August 2015
    July 2015
    June 2015
    May 2015
    March 2015
    February 2015
    January 2015
    December 2014
    November 2014
    October 2014
    September 2014
    July 2014
    April 2014
    March 2014
    February 2014
    January 2014
    December 2013
    November 2013
    October 2013
    September 2013
    August 2013
    May 2013
    March 2013
    February 2013
    January 2013
    September 2012
    August 2012
    March 2011

    Categories

    All
    Assisi
    Beauty
    Brian
    Caesure
    City Life
    Convolution
    Diaries
    Fading Out
    Fragments
    Fuji
    HumanNotHuman
    India
    Minimalia
    Pentax
    Portrait
    Shades
    Where My Country Lies
    Winter

    RSS Feed

Development area
Reserved area
Valter Scappini ©  2015 - All rights reserved  - valter.scappini@gmail.com

  • Home
  • The Blogs
    • The sapphire blog
    • The crimson blog
    • The emerald blog
    • Wordpress space
  • Stories
    • TanzanEyes
    • The Masai girl
    • Rwanda
    • 3 Years later
    • India
  • Patterns of life
    • Schwetzingen
    • Silver in the morning
    • The other city
    • HumanNotHuman
    • Fading out
    • Those foggy days
    • StreetNoise
    • As the night gently talks
    • Assisi in Black and White
    • Praising the absence
    • Caesura
    • Convolution
    • Linee e forme
    • Impulses
  • People
    • Juliet
    • Street portraits
  • About