LITMIR.BIZ

      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.