Alice atrás do Espelho

Is there a Pickpocket Pacifist in Others Realities?

2011-10-11T21:46:00.002+01:00

No Math.

No hanging on variable equations.

Just moving up....

In the Rope of Space Transformation, the clothespin of the Positive in Negative balances the clothespin of the Negative in Positive.

"I’m going where the water tastes like wine"

Music: Kitty, Daisy & Lewis - Going Up The Country

Fechadura Ilegível

2011-09-13T21:02:00.004+01:00

Sem começo visível.

Abrupto e clarificando o invisível.

Linhas contraditórias, de línguas não simplificadas ficaram estampadas em paredes de vidas cujas construções esburacaram cidades de pessoas. Penduraram em janelas opacas, perguntas mudas, tecidas por fibras de anseios e desejos, entrelaçados no âmago dos seus sonhos almejados. Percorreram corredores longínquos, nos baldrames de sentimentos cheios de argamassa açucarada por momentos e instantes encaixotados, em papelão de crenças que perderam cismas. Tal como, perderam a memória dos símbolos que desenharam nas respostas. Diluídas em dívidas das dúvidas, emparedaram-se com teias de pedra, esperando ser escritas. Retorno abandonado numa porta que desaparecerá nas linhas contraditórias.

A chave de uma linguagem, um beijo não dado que ficou guardado na caixa de um tempo que mudou.

“That maybe someday is the last time

Yeah maybe someday is the end

Oh maybe someday is when it all stops

Or maybe someday always comes again...”

Music: The String Quartet Tribute To The Cure - Maybe Someday

Decisive Coordinates

2011-09-12T00:01:00.000+01:00

One map

Four directions

Keep the Compass beating

Those roads you don’t choose Define you

Music : String Quartet Tribute to New Order & Joy Division - New Dawn Fades

Fluffy attack

2011-09-11T14:07:00.003+01:00

A human kid alludes to play,

His cuteness was convincingly Machiavellian.

Teddy never saw anything stuffed with this kind of sweet-cotton like Dreams.

The unknown rules where written in every smile of the new Games.

The happy strategy where designed, in every dust of chalk left in the Black board.

The malignant scissors where hidden behind the kindness of kid’s Eyes.

Teddy tried to grasp any light in the darkness of Kid’s Heart, but all his stuffed love was unstitched by the lines of not so innocent intentions.

Unstuffed Bear was left in the shelf of damaged Toys, waiting for the Master Puppeteer to be resewed in the wool of feelings.

Will he be another fluffy Killer…?

Music : Zbigniew Preisner - The Puppets

Liquid Figurine inside the columns Boxes.

2011-08-27T13:16:00.003+01:00

It was a day when night as stopped…

and the awakening was sleeping nested below the demiurgic Waters.

Inside the shadows of pillow Statuettes,

the hurting eyes opened,

to liquid dancers in the reflections

of wrinkled stones.

Their static lives numbered by letters in the draws of Death,

hanged like an obnubilated wardrobe,

that never flows to tissue fluidity.

How many boxes are inside your imagined dance?

Music: I.E.M. - VI

Perpetuation

2011-08-15T14:43:00.002+01:00

Square it all?

If every object make a sound...then the Blind can't touch the Waves of the Circle.

Hypnotic Beverage between Translucent Earthlings

2011-06-19T21:32:00.003+01:00

“And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication”

(Book of Revelation of St. John the Divine 17:4)

“And if all of the teachers and preachers of wealth were arraigned”

“And if all of the people could claim to inspect such regret”

“Well we'd have no forgiveness forgetfulness faithful remorse”

“We must try to find a new answer instead of a way”

Music : The Doors - Whiskey, Mystics and Men

The Sweeping Dust Man

2011-06-14T22:23:00.003+01:00

I the last barrier

am catching wingless chickens in the mutiny of my Aerial Net.

Wake all Pythons in the shores of Cocytus and begin the regular Games!

Everybody is trying to escape trough the Doors of earthly Hell...

“The men don't know

But the little girl understand”

Music : The Doors - Back Door Man

Flaming candour in the Eyes of Dark nights.

2011-06-13T13:35:00.003+01:00

Facing the Lights of obscurity in non-knowledge of Lost Souls...

“An ancient lunatic reigns
In the trees of the night”

“Pirate prince at her side”

“Savior of the human race”

Music : The Doors - Wild Child

Old Cauldrons

2011-05-30T21:09:00.002+01:00

Walking through a Soup of Fire

“…Speak in secret alphabets

I light another cigarette

Learn to forget, learn to forget.”

Music : The Doors - Soul Kitchen

Jesus in a Cloudy Day

2011-05-29T14:59:00.001+01:00

"Just like water."

Music : Tangled Thoughts Of Leaving - Deep Rivers Run Quiet

Trimming rotten nutrition’s of the wooded sky.

2011-05-27T19:53:00.006+01:00

"Green dishes disappearing below the Black mouths…

…hoping to find the golden finger’s of their reckless heart.

There’s no wounded value for the Metal Hand’s in their plastic bodies, because fake seeds never grow in trimmed emotions.

Red Ghosts inside a man's Hat

2011-05-27T19:34:00.005+01:00

"Appearances of old souls in the middle of music streamings…

...is like catching tunes in wasted gamble cards from the back sleeves of humans.

Summers Hat

2011-04-24T11:53:00.008+01:00

For every season there's a Hat...

For every Hat there's a a way of Thinking...

Can we do the Hat Dance?

Music : Bustin Surfboards - The Tornadoes

Sitting over a quiet Noise.

2011-02-19T16:11:00.003Z

Your diluted footsteps neighboring my Sofa of Silence.

Music : Crooked - Tor Lundvall

Growing Parallelisms

2011-02-18T21:06:00.003Z

Passing trough parallelepiped humanoids,

I see the growing stains as marked cows.

Diffused axis in the blood of their Woods,

are just like rigid melting’s of skewed realities.

Everybody is neglecting their Surrealistic Blame.

Am I always the Same...?

...no, no I have no Obligation of Parallel Tame!

Night Coccon I and II

2010-12-19T16:41:00.003Z

Night Cocoon I

Night Cocoon II

Music : Nocturnal Hecate by Daemonia Nymphe

Cartoonish Orphanage

2010-11-21T17:44:00.002Z

Those Dark Eyes dance in childhood Vignettes...

Photo by Alice

...there's no ballons of words for your incoherent and dictomic unconsciousness.

Music : Never turn your back on the Sea by Rapskallion

Surfing the Breaking Wave

2010-11-01T12:39:00.001Z

Tea Time

2010-09-19T18:33:00.004+01:00

How long do I have to wait for my tea to brew old...?

Photo by Alice

The Broken Eyes of the Eternal Child

2010-08-03T15:52:00.002+01:00

Innocent Toys are playing an Old tune.

Photo by Alice

Seeking for the Truth is in every Pupil of Childhood.

Corrosion of Corruption isn’t a Flower that grows in Pure Vitreous Humor.

Can we plant a Numinous Light in the Seeds of Dawn…?

Music : Ma Beauté a Fleuri Trop Tot - Eduard Artemiev

Six is not always a Number...

2010-08-01T22:56:00.003+01:00

...sometimes is just an Equation of a Dream.

Photo by Alice

House of Mutations

2010-08-01T22:31:00.004+01:00

The sphere only retains density.

Photo by Alice

Light pulls by the belly, her sons and daughters.

Just ring the doorbell of her perception and enter the hallway to transformation.

Music: Stara Baba - IAM

The She Sand

2010-07-05T03:41:00.006+01:00

From horizons of Fortress...

Photo by Alice

...into the Room of my eyes.

Music : From Dust to the Beyond by God is an Astronaut

Model : Tweezers

Switching on (or off) the Ancestor’s...?!

2010-07-05T02:30:00.004+01:00

No Archetype lives in the Sand of Technological Myths.

Photo by Alice

Music :A Scent of a Tear by Letum

Ripping Ice...

2010-06-28T21:54:00.003+01:00

...from the missing red Tail.

Photo by Alice

Music : Auto-Rock by Mogwai

Chthonic Mermaid in a Japanese Labyrintic Cell

2010-06-27T21:49:00.003+01:00

"Can you rent me a Escape-Boat?"

Photo by Alice

Music : Krummi - Valravn

Guardians of Innocence.

2010-05-09T18:54:00.003+01:00

...May stop the Red Crying coming from Pure clouds,

Photo by Alice

and unveil the Soft Sun into a Green World.

Shadow Mode

2010-05-05T00:27:00.001+01:00

If I am a Beast, where in Hell is my Beauty?

Photo by Alice

The Warrior Woman stucked by Kitchen's Belt

2010-04-21T00:42:00.007+01:00

She had too many legs to spin.

The bustle of the Spear make’s her tasty.

At the end of the day she can’t cook the Team’s Plate.

Music : Tagerrhabat - Ainm

*Photo by Alice

The Closed Man on a Tower

2010-04-13T00:29:00.003+01:00

A Place as Stopped.

A man dances inside his Solitude.

There’s no Stepladder Hair on the Exit Window.

Music : Machinery of Winds - Ainm

*Photo by Alice

The Rising of Mushrooms

2010-04-10T12:19:00.003+01:00

Little things are striking from the Black Feathers Forest

Photo by Alice

Fire Works on the Bear.

2010-04-07T23:58:00.003+01:00

Get Grizzly as you Can

Photo by Alice and White Rabbit

Vulgar

2010-03-21T01:15:00.003Z

Azul perdido na sujidade de um dia transversal.

Photo by Alice

Cidade oblíqua sem espacialidade, nos interlúdios de um pensamento fugaz.

Gate of Rules

2010-03-07T13:03:00.003Z

"The Love Tale of Incautious"

Photo by Alice

I Love slow…slow but deep.
Feigned affections wash over Me.

Dream on my dear
And renounce temporal obligations
It’s a Sleep from which you may not awaken.

You tell me that I dream too much…
Now I’m serving time in a domestic Graveyard.

Never let it be said I was Untrue
I never found a Home inside of you
I gave you all my Time…

You play the Fool while I play the Clown.

(Words by Dead Can Dance rearranged by Alice)

Music : Ritual - Paul Mercer

Paraphiliac Truth

2010-02-22T00:01:00.007Z

"Immaculate Fire burning beside the Criterion of Deceit"

Photo by White Rabbit and Alice

Music : Nightmare Lullaby - Those Poor Bastards

Diz Medida

2010-02-19T22:44:00.002Z

Photo by Alice

- Sua cópia de gato!
- Mas em que medida?
- Na medida do Bizarro!

Cavaleiro Meditabundo

2010-02-15T13:07:00.003Z

Photo by Alice

Desembainhando o Cavalo de Latão,
Pediste 3 Onças de Concentração,
Aos pés de quem procura uma Donzela Tricotada.

Boneca vestida de Coices no meio da Colonização.
Acariciando Pulgas de Gravata, mineiras de Prata,
Cavalgou em Sela flutuante para uma distância Indígena.

Diante da Meditação Cruzada em teu olhar,
Esperaste errante na sobriedade das Leis de Ouro.
Viste-a partir na Lã dos dias de uma camisola Disparada.

Pistoleiro com Coração de Balas e face de Madeira,

Aguardas por Duelos Cauterizantes pendurados

na realidade do teu chapéu.

Wool of Wine

2010-02-11T23:42:00.003Z

If you say paddle, I say noodle.

If I say flea, you say tea.

Photo by Alice

Only in the Wood of Wool we agree...

...the Wine tastes like Pine under the Red Tree.

Recorte de Antracite

2010-02-07T01:21:00.002Z

Limando os Mutantes até plantar os Ossos de rosas sem Cabeça.

Photo by Alice

Não há barganhas nem brigas se de Vermelho te acenderes...

Music : Esqueletos - Tarantella

Gralha de Seda

2010-02-04T23:59:00.003Z

Photo by Alice

- És um disparate!
- Sim. Um desperdício…

…no fogo de Damascos pintados,
em teu Robe de Poeira Perfumada.

Fios em Jasmim de Enxofre que vestes,
no Bico dessa Flauta Vermelha.

Rouxinol de Gabro em Pavilhão deitado,
sem deixar canção em Mármore Aceso.

Beijo de Balão esculpido nos Ramos do tecido,
que fiaste na Montanha dos Pássaros de Seda.

Arbusto Neologista numa floresta de Gelo,
ouvindo a Primavera dos Animais Desfiados.

És um disparate!

No grito de um Grilo.

Pés do Quotidiano

2010-01-26T00:01:00.003Z

"Anjos do Antagonismo"

Music : Johnny Favourite - Trevor Jones

*Photos by Mad Hatter

Livro de Ferro

2010-01-24T08:01:00.002Z

"O Ramo Verde"

Photo by Alice

O Grande Rei está a morrer,
Na Almofada do Esquecimento.
Pregada ao Mar pelas mãos de Oito Patas,
Áine chorou nas barbas dos Nove Oceanos.

Music : Closure - Arcana

A Lavadeira

2010-01-18T00:01:00.000Z

"Lavando os Sonhos"

Photo by Alice

Trabalha seriamente.

Mas, não leves o trabalho a sério...

The sweetest Hair of last Summer

2010-01-17T00:01:00.001Z

"A broken Pigtail"

Photo by Alice

Music : I Am Goodbye - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

Ballerina Blues

2010-01-16T00:05:00.000Z

Delicate dance without the Chiffon Smile

Photo by Alice

Apocalyptic Breakfast

2010-01-15T00:01:00.000Z

My Ragnarok morning comes with Scrambled Eggs and rusty Toasts

Photo by Alice

Ageing

2010-01-14T00:01:00.001Z

The Candy-Colors outside

Photo by Alice

Egg Lab

2010-01-13T00:01:00.001Z

Some experiments can blow your Head Off

Photo by Alice

O Elefante

2010-01-12T00:05:00.004Z

Photo by Alice

Musica : In the Garden of Souls - Vas

Climbing Crab

2010-01-11T00:01:00.001Z

Under de Sea of City Trash

Photo by Alice

Smoke of Comfort

2010-01-10T00:41:00.003Z

Some Boats never sail...

Photo by Alice

Scrapbook

2010-01-09T12:26:00.003Z

Riding between the lines,

of open spaces

in my memory

*Photo and Work by Alice

Concubines Mystery

2010-01-08T00:01:00.000Z

“The Permanent Offerings”

Photo by Alice

− Some pearl’s your Excellency?
− Oh! No, no. I rather do It like the Swine’s.

Music : Japanese Call Girl (Dirty Inside Mix) - Broken Fabiola

Belly Button

2009-12-29T20:31:00.000Z

"Umbilical Tracing"

Photo by Alice

Machinarium Stomach

2009-12-28T00:55:00.000Z

A clean lick in the Fork’s Vow set the table on another Established Food.

Photo by Alice

Music : Svetimas Netgi Ateitu - Lethe

Postais de Rua

2009-12-27T14:32:00.002Z

Photo and Work by Alice

Ruas de paredes entre a distancia que nos separa.
Nos vidros da tua Janela, uma casa que se parte.
Sorrisos de Simpatia enfática que ficou,
Na ferrugem dos teus actos.

Tentativas entubadas num respiradouro desamparado como,
Uma bengala de desistências que apoia as tuas pernas de Ferro.

Sensibilidade que escarafunchei no betão da tua pele,
Perdeu-se nas oportunidades que fantasiei,
Quando te escrevi,

Um Postal de Rua.

Unstoppable Train

2009-12-26T00:05:00.001Z

Now I never gonna tell...

...You

Photo by Alice

Music : Shelter - The XX

Individuality

2009-12-24T13:11:00.000Z

Fragile by Strength

Photo by Alice

Question

2009-12-23T00:01:00.000Z

Mark

Photo by Alice

Tree Mask

2009-12-22T00:01:00.001Z

"Immovable"

Photo by Alice

Temple of Sand

2009-12-21T00:01:00.000Z

As I entered the meandering Gates,
The king’s name vanished in the Hot Ground,
And the Hourglass made of queen’s skin,

Was broken…

Photo by Alice

A breathing Friend, buried in the corners of Sand,
Like all the earth creatures standing dry in the walls.

I raked the water of this Desert to found the stones,
Hidden in the eyes of Space…

…sleeping in the Relinquishing World’s.

Lurking

2009-12-20T00:05:00.001Z

"Inside"

Photo by Alice

Left Behind

2009-12-16T00:01:00.000Z

There are no Us…

Disability isn’t a brick in bridges Society.

Photo by Alice

Music : The Dance of Diminishing Possibilities - Baby Dee

Lunch

2009-12-15T00:01:00.000Z

Snack Time

Photo by Alice

The Castle

2009-12-14T00:05:00.000Z

The Dreams still remains in the Tower of Ice.

Photo by Alice

Sexy Camouflage

2009-12-12T00:20:00.000Z

The gender of Stop Motion

Photo by Alice

The Fortuneteller

2009-12-11T00:01:00.000Z

I have many eyes in the Past.
I embrace many arms in the Present.
I walk many roads in the Future.

Photo by Alice

Give me your hand…?

Cripple Marriage

2009-12-10T00:05:00.001Z

Pull the lever and Jump, the filthy Seduction is on the floor.

Photo by White Rabbit

Music : Ólavur Riddararós - Valravn

Lines in the Emptiness

2009-12-09T00:01:00.000Z

Hang up the Season and take your Invisible coats.

Photo by Mad Hatter

Music : Alone Together - Chet Baker

Unborn Creations

2009-12-08T00:05:00.000Z

I’m starting

right were

I’m ending

Music : Munchen - The Kilimanjaro Darkjazz Ensemble

*All photos by Alice

Paraffin Nights

2009-12-07T00:01:00.000Z

There are no candles when you are a tourist in hell.

Photo by Alice

Prelúdios de um quase Desenho.

2009-12-06T15:37:00.005Z

Debaixo da minha cama, vivem sombras de braços abertos e sem cabeça.

Photo by Alice

Naquele papel branco de luzes esbatidas e lençóis recolhidos, espreitei por recantos paralelos de fichas esquecidas e tomadas penduradas, que apontavam para luzes imaginárias.
Canetas gigantes riscavam tesouros de histórias em casas humanas, debaixo de camas e sofás perdidos, em cidades desorganizadas. Debaixo de tudo o que fosse habitado, por objectos sem movimento.
Segredos em aparas de lápis espalharam-se como flores, plantadas em ventres sépias, murmurando confidências iridescentes. Em minhas mãos, caíram focos de tons em flocos flutuantes, suspirados por sombras de braços abertos e sem cabeça, como se cada respiração luminosa fosse um conto escrito por bonecos de trapo.

Na taquigrafia de delírios ténues, as sombras de braços abertos e sem cabeça, pintaram as paredes do desenho em grafite e sanguinárias hesitantes, decalcando personagens familiares de vestes aéreas e fluidas.
A mais pequena e rechonchuda tinha um sorriso parado que desaparecia, assim que, percorria os corredores do colchão abotoado em farripas de madeira. A mais alta e espadaúda, não tinha nem mãos nem pés, apenas espirais de sombra líquida, que escorriam em pequenos nevoeiros fugazes, entre os dedos dos objectos translúcidos, que compunham aquela casa de fumo, debaixo da minha cama.
Em três contratempos e sem barítonos, as sombras de braços abertos e sem cabeça, rodearam-me, de linguagem amolada e riscos guturais, convidando a desenhar-me ali.
Contornos da minha sombra surgiram lentamente, em garatujas e comboios de pedra, despindo-se em lenços de claridade, como abas de um caderno amolgado dentro de uma mochila de lã. E minúsculas criaturinhas de sombras de braços abertos e sem cabeça, apareciam cintilantes e curiosas, para verem o meu esbracejar de traços rápidos e toscos, que rodopiavam em telas gás de meios-tons. Os meus poucos esboços de aviões, avionetas e dirigíveis de cartão, levantaram voo numa dança zunida, de abelhas transparentes e fios eléctricos. Em abobadas de ardósia ficaram traçados, tal como todos os animais alados e sem patas, os barcos de hélices voadoras, os bonecos de ferro abandonado, as rodas de comboios sem apitos, os cubos de arco-íris em madeira ferrugenta. Enfim, todos os sonhos de giz que foram traçados no pó do esquecimento.
Coxa de sono, puxei da borracha em minha almofada e quis ali adormecer, debaixo da minha cama, aconchegada pelas sombras de braços abertos e sem cabeça. Fechando os olhos em pestanas outonais, compus um Até já em solfejo pendente.

Sabia que na noite seguinte estariam ali, pois todos precisamos das nossas sombras de braços abertos e sem cabeça, debaixo das nossas camas.

Music : Another Rather Lovely Thing - Nick Cave & Warren Ellis

Milking the Cow

2009-12-04T10:32:00.001Z

The Annoying Pacifiers

Photo by Alice

Alternated Tango

2009-12-02T20:25:00.003Z

A rope of Hope in sheets of Tomorrow.

Photo by Alice

Music : You Tangle With Me - Black Tape for a Blue Girl

If not a Crocodile...?!

2009-11-29T21:46:00.006Z

Pantheologic Red Moon

Photo by Alice

Music : Eclipse - Arbre Noir

Dj’s oven

2009-11-29T14:26:00.002Z

Please…bake some music Cookies!

Photo by Alice

Easy Catch

2009-11-29T13:43:00.003Z

When the butter flies into a bread of lies.

Photo by Alice

Goodbye Shortcuts

2009-11-29T13:29:00.002Z

Leaving the Sailors of heritage, on vulgarity ports.

Photo by Alice

Perpetual End

2009-11-29T12:56:00.002Z

Mingled Unification.

Photo by White Rabbit

Quadriculas de Rodin

2009-11-24T18:26:00.004Z

Oh, se eu não fizesse nada só por preguiça! Meu Deus, que respeito teria por mim. E teria esse respeito, precisamente, porque era capaz, pelo menos, de ter preguiça; haveria em mim, pelo menos, a certeza de uma característica definida. Se perguntassem de mim: quem é? E respondessem: um mandrião - isso ser-me-ia extremamente agradável de ouvir. Quer dizer que tinha uma característica determinada, logo, era possível dizer algo de mim. «Mandrião!» - mas isso é um título, um cargo, uma carreira.

Photo by Alice

Onde foram todos esses sábios buscar a ideia de que o homem precisa de uma qualquer vontade normal e virtuosa? Por que razão fantasiaram eles que é indispensável ao homem uma vontade sensatamente vantajosa? O que o homem precisa é só de uma vontade independente, custe o que custar e leve aonde levar esta independência. E saber-se lá que Diabo de vontade é essa...

(Fiódor Dostoiévski)

Crooked Sugar

2009-11-22T14:19:00.004Z

"Footsteps Cream"

Photo by Alice

Music : Washer - Slint

Cations and Anions

2009-11-21T18:05:00.002Z

"Low values of internal self-discharge, must be included in the City Equation."

Photo by Alice

Music : Every Day Pressure - Pleq

Medusa's Hair

2009-11-16T19:38:00.002Z

"Mastering the Mirror"

Photo by Alice

Dandelion Isotope

2009-11-15T22:31:00.002Z

"Epidermic Disambiguation"

Photo by Alice

Street of Straight Hats

2009-11-15T01:43:00.007Z

"Clouds of Divided Heads."
Photo by the Mad Hatter

Music : Misty - Stan Getz

Elapsed Country Yard

2009-11-14T19:53:00.008Z

A place where tones sneak under the caps of the Unformed heads, I walked.

Photo by Alice

In the middle of Water-Base voices, my ears stooped in chisel sounds and tried to talk. But the lips moved away on a trip for the…

Distorted characters looked behind no Eyes in the faces of nowhere, and no words I could taste.

I sat and wait for the Answerers in the hollow dirt, full of missing points and dead ends.
The Bucolic Worm was coming for the season, to devour sins made of clay. So was draw in the prophetic mist.
The Answerers start sewing their hands on the ground, frightened and tremulous with a red wire.
No hands can be free.

I stared in motion of steps.
Following the beats of Air.
A glare…

I laid my back in this pulsing earth, looking trough, no wavelength sky.
My thoughts concealed and some frumpy clouds started to rain in monosyllabic beings.
Go…
No…
Stop…

The Me in She was no He in Him.

I was seeing with my head not with my eyes.

Skins of ashes were falling down, slowly into the magnetic snow.
Icy corpses were melting in colors and shades of the past sentences.
And sunny drops started to flow into the river.
The dendritic spines of mud, as they called it.

All the vanishing concepts of reality were drowning…

Time is now a forgotten name in this space.

Music : Ghosts on Magnetic Tape II - Bass Communion

Growing inside a Winter Day

2009-11-12T15:30:00.005Z

"Darkness is just an Osiris seed Shape, which you can’t dare to plant.

Photo by Alice

Afraid of the glowing growing that could bloom in elderly moment?"

Music : D'Inverno - Luigi Rubino

Monochordic Poison

2009-11-08T13:38:00.011Z

The drugging words that you write in the Illusionary dictionary are just flickering pills. Don’t keep your empty bookshelf under your tongue...

...take another quarter line in your vein.

Photo by Alice and White Rabbit

The chemical constructions inside Your written flesh are intoxicating me.

No waiting…

…I’m going to take another pill.

Music : Bring Down the Sky - Miranda Sex Garden

The Fat Dancer

2009-11-02T20:33:00.009Z

A hole on the letter, you forget to write.
Hide your opulency in a fat movement.
Swing the happy cartilage like a cockroach,
And sing to the aged wood liquor.

The big Black Lady is always open,
Like a Babylon whore playing an old tune.
Dance you life away, until she kisses you,
On the mouth of Love’s End.

Music : Big Black Mariah - Tom Waits

*All Photos by Alice

Layered Shell

2009-10-30T21:37:00.005Z

"Floating like numbers in the mathematics of Universe, we chase the equations in the brain of

the Void.
Photo by Alice

Jump into the circumference and find...

...a geometric feeling inside."

Music : Standing in Silence pt. 3 - Rhian Sheehan

Seeing in Two Opposites

2009-10-29T20:17:00.007Z

The White cotton, in the face of a gun.

She’s very pale and he’s too dark.

A decisive distance of a Black Hole.

Just close the…

Photo by White Rabbit

Music : Open Eyes - Miranda Sex Garden

Pudding

2009-10-28T18:32:00.003Z

"A little Boat laying down in your spoon."

Photo by Alice atrás do Espelho

Fluffy Wall

2009-10-27T20:19:00.004Z

"Sleeping Dialogue in two Vibrations"

Photo by A. and W.R.

Music : Decompression - Lustmord

Alive!

2009-10-25T20:05:00.003Z

Photo by Alice atrás do Espelho

Music : Breath Control - Recoil

Little Signs

2009-10-25T09:57:00.003Z

in the Black

Photo by the White Rabbit

Last Night

2009-10-24T13:31:00.008+01:00

Alice escaped, through a leak from the window of my drunken soul.

Photo by the White Rabbit

Right now, all I know is that she’s running wildly in Silent Hedges. Hope that someday she’s coming back.

The White Rabbit

Music : Silent Hedges - Bauhaus

Cutting Wine

2009-10-24T11:22:00.004+01:00

"Detachment of a drunken Glass made of She"

Photo by the White Rabbit

Music : She's in Parties - Bauhaus

All alone....

2009-10-23T22:29:00.004+01:00

"...in the bone!"

Photo by the White Rabbit

Bleak

2009-10-22T00:01:00.001+01:00

Photo by Alice atrás do Espelho