Name: blind for ages invisible now by tatsound2022
Duration: 3 min 38 s
Description: 06.2023. I've been blind for ages to see the truth, and need to accept being invisible now and forever.

https://togglethemuse.bandcamp.com/album/the-retreat

Broken

Avec les moutons de Delphine

The spirit of the garrigue
In mischievous resurgence
In the logos of human manias
Layer
Rowdy
A hand that the shadow stammers
Carmine
Remembrance of shattered limestone
By the Charcoal Goddess
Tit girls certified cave, for a kiss.
For a kiss,
For, a kiss,
Has disguised the quest
For a kiss,
The part that has become a predator of the whole
For a kiss,
universal betrayal
Angels who own that nitescent sex
To bond
Abound in your senses
Is hungry
To bend the bow of mothers lands

Beltane Kiss

in the clear

Wrong Spell For Crimson Divinations My Dear Runny Angel Eye

Greywacke

Someone Might Hear Us Down Here

06.2023. I've been blind for ages to see the truth, and need to accept being invisible now and forever.

blind for ages invisible now

Sax ensemble, sax solo and mastering, Mario Sboarina https://soundcloud.com/rosmarinobaia 
Sonopoetry (stream of consciousness technique) and mixing, Ilaria Boffa
pic, Euganean Hills, June 2023, IB

Elegy
The river is no longer that river
the landscape not that landscape
you used to skirt and redraw.

I see you crossing soybean fields 
dauntless and determined like an African woman 
balancing a basket on her head.

I wish I could plunge my fingers
into your fur dense and wavier 
and pretend I hadn’t counted your vertebrae. 

Cracks smash the meadow, unsteady 
the narrow access to the bight, boots tag along 
tearing off lianas behind you.

The damp of splashes in the swoosh and chirp
of countless plants and flights
over four thousand four hundred eighty-six days.

Pervasive your gaze on things
the way you located yourself in space
never arbitrary.

Head held down to meet mine
wilderness and wild thistles’ scent
bora.

When dismay floods in, sudden
a pang of loneliness sucks up the void
crushing it in the throat tightened 

as if by rope.
Thus you unveiled surrender and
what has been will not be.

Elegia
Il fiume non è più quel fiume 
il paesaggio non più quel paesaggio
che eri solita costeggiare e ridisegnare. 

Ti vedo attraversare i campi di soia
impavida e determinata come una donna africana
la cesta sul capo.

Vorrei poter affondare le mie dita
nel tuo pelo spesso e ondulato
e fingere di non aver contato le vertebre.

Crepe spaccano il terreno, instabile 
lo stretto accesso all’ansa, gli stivali inseguono 
strappano liane dietro di voi.

Umido di schizzi nel fruscio e cinguettio
di innumerevoli piante e voli
in quattromilaquattrocentoottantasei giorni.

Pervasivo il tuo sguardo sulle cose 
il modo di posizionarti nello spazio
mai casuale.

La testa abbassata a incontrare la mia 
odore di landa e cardi selvatici
bora.

Quando assale improvviso lo sgomento 
una fitta di solitudine risucchia il vuoto
e lo preme nella gola costretta 

come da corda.
Così hai rivelato la resa e
ciò che è stato non sarà.

blind for ages invisible now

tatsound2022

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