SOAR
Colours of Life, Soar
© 2016 Soar, www.soaring-words.com
Image, sound and text protected by copyright.
Cover credits: Giulia Marongiu, Klaus Faaber
Contents and audio performance: Soar
Recording, mixing and mastering: Surrealis Sounds, Germany
Printed and published by: epubli GmbH, Germany
CP: 1-933246591
ISBN: 978-3-7375-6481-6
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
To the one who taught me reality. And the one who nourished my dreams. To love, for always enriching me with rainbows beyond horizons.
When the words have been said and the music has been played, feelings are the only form of art which will remain to reign.
CONTENTS
I. BLACK
Black and one - page XIV
Black and two - page XV
Black and life - page XVI
II. VIOLET
Violet and one - page XVIII
Violet and two - page XIX
Violet and life - page XX
III. INDIGO
Indigo and one - page XXII
Indigo and two - page XXIII
Indigo and life - page XXIV
IV. BLUE
Blue and one - page XXVI
Blue and two - page XXVII
Blue and life - page XXVIII
V. GREEN
Green and one - page XXX
Green and two - page XXXI
Green and life - page XXXII
VI. YELLOW
Yellow and one - page XXXIV
Yellow and two - page XXXV
Yellow and life - page XXXVI
VII. ORANGE
Orange and one - page XXXVIII
Orange and two - page XXXIX
Orange and life - page XL
VIII. RED
Red and one - page XLII
Red and two - page XLIII
Red and life - page XLIV
IX. WHITE
White and one - page XLVI
White and two - page XLVII
White and life - page XLVIII
X. AUDIO LINKS (mp3 formats) - page L
FOREWORD
This is the write moment and place for my poetry in motion to encompass what has been more than four years of search, research, deterrence, awe and an unremitting pursuit of a one-of-a-kind value beyond its lettering, from the universal elements of earth, wind, water, fire, through the seeping palms of space and time, to the unique colours shaped by the individual photoreceptors of our eyes: the rainbow of what is precious to us.
It hasn’t been easy to choose a universal yet such a personal subject to render through the artistic spectrums of text, image, sound and motion, with a magic realism, without implying the “death of the author”, neither in between, nor at the end of its manifestation. Allegories, universal elements, truth, syllogisms, virtues, space-time continuum, senses, impersonations, hues, parallelism and other elements were summoned to recreate, hope by hope, the details of this inexhaustible feeling, unifying mind, heart and conscience into one.
I was stopped many times by love itself, flooded by its waves, or driven by the opposing currents of its whims. I was dazzled by the outer shine of publishers and audiences (ready for spoon-fed fancied physical encounters, rather than sultry all-night-long poetical love-sharing), or stunned by the wordsmiths who run the parade of soliloquies in ad-hoc improvised touching outpourings: the show which wins over the written form.
Still, my sheer message of “soul and love” perdured beyond the needed fast-forwarded sense, in a world that still wants to be labelled with a rewound sensitivity. Thinking with heart, writing with passion, portraying with truth, was my key and always will be.
With “inside-out” and “outside-in” approaches, this closing chapter of the trilogy focuses on colours and their existence, from inner symbolism to universal truths. It is meant to contour souls, recolour emotions and depict the hues and chroma of a unique experience. The palette is enchanting like a fairy tale. The wonder is love, as an expression of life itself.
In faith and soul,
BLACK
BLACK AND ONE
Mysterious
milestone colour of art and universe,
never too much nor too vast
when it engulfs the light it constantly emits
from the charcoal of poor hands
to the ebony of individuals and ideologies,
unbound by their own boundaries,
playing with centuries, while played by societies.
It is nothing as such
yet it lives in the fear of the human mind,
unhappy and doomed to outline
constraint or the unknown
magic of another world;
and still, endowed by human conscience to engage cultures,
to age, to mourn, to be reborn from ashes
up to the present surface of fashion.
And then, it grows into life,
hued by nature and colours around,
eager to escape reality’s ends
for the quintessence of art’s elegance --
dark knight, romanticism’s sigh,
or skin sun-kissed with sensuality;
lost in taboos, lusted for its truth,
black is beautiful.
BLACK AND TWO
“What if I told you something that would sound so crazy,
would you believe me?”
That’s how, out of nowhere, the black silhouette approached a lady
in a dusk setting of a forgotten midday scenery,
where she was kissing the sweetness of a hazelnut ice-cream
to appease the passion of her secret wishes.
“Excuse me?”
“I couldn’t help noticing the book you’re carrying.”
“It’s Celestial, my favourite.”
She raised her eyes to search beyond that voicing mystery.
And there he was, dark and