COLOURS OF LIFE

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 tall, carrying the same details:

same book, same look, even the same ice-cream.

“Who was he, how dare he approach her heart in that way?

Was that a prank, a stalker, or just destiny?”

The more she looked, the less she grasped,

while sensing the attraction of a magnet’s trust.

“Do I know you? Were you…following me?”

“I am not sure about before

but now I’m sure I wouldn’t want to leave...”

Her white sank into his eyes, like fair sand before mahogany.

Beyond time’s limits, their thoughts acclaimed a silent speech

of déjà-vu values to relive,

their contrasting skins up close, praising the whole harmony,

like north and south embraced in sin, completing the earth’s needs

to perpetuate dreams within reality.

“What was that important thing you wished to tell me?”

She paused her heart from beating dangerously.

“The line, I’ve waited my whole life to say, should I ever find you.”

She stopped his lips from moving; she knew it, instantly:

“This was meant to be.”

BLACK AND LIFE

He was a soul, forever condemned by the gods of colours to never see a rainbow in bloom; cast in deep forests to run away from his own sight, until the night came to give him the loneliness of his own shadow. His name was Nodin and he used to be the strongest of all creatures and living species, before he had been doomed to be deprived of feelings. During the day he would prance over the voidness of fields, where no creature could perceive his majesty; at night he would hide in the depth of caves consumed by his own cruel fate. Until one day, or night, no longer distinguished by his sighs, he missed the light so much that a tear came out of the nothingness of his heart. Then, a tiny miracle entwined: a seed fell upon the earth he shadowed in dark.

He hid it deep in the soil and, every night, he came back to shed a new tear so that it would grow into whatever he hoped for. Indeed, the seed grew before his eyes into a riveting plant. She was small and frail, but soon grew strong, wrapped by his care at night, watered by the sorrows of his life. Until she fell for the mysterious black, who could not feel a thing, but gave her everything. When she reached her size to claim a right in the reign of the divine, she asked him if he had a wish to be redeemed.

“I want to see the light again”, he begged. The lords of the universe could not concede such strength; they knew he was too thirsty and would consume his counterpart, depriving the whole world of its happy right, the sun. Yet, they were touched by his true core, who nurtured for so long an imprint of his own soul: a plant of love. And even though he had been condemned to never see her wondrous growth again, he was given the most important task: to be the guardian of the sky at night, to shelter the space of light until the dawn rose. to be a tiny part of hope for the rainbow to come and enchant eyes and hearts.

And, except for one plant who loved him every night, no one could see that Nodin was, from then on, happy.

VIOLET

VIOLET AND ONE

Real and tainted with truth,

it is an extravagant hue

of timeless purposes

for it belongs to the oldest heritage of earth

alluring eyes with lust for unrequited richness

from tales of lustre with no precedence

to nature’s spring

and the ambiguous vanity of its symbolism.

Throughout humanity

it trespassed myths, religions and regimes

to denote both modesty and luxury

in churches, empires, politics,

or on the emphatic auras of visionaries

meddling together capitalists, astronauts or futurists

to still fragility

and claim the quest for deepness.

Art’s origami-like touch,

it pours music in the staves of hearts

and goes beyond veneers

to mean the ineffable of starry paintings,

to preach serenity to the universal spirit,

embracing humanity with a bow of deity,

inside the rainbow, out of futility,

it scents and loves, with deep delicacy.

VIOLET AND TWO

“You are to me… mon chéri!”

He could swear that, sometimes, she seemed like a fantasy,

too kind, too patient and so trustworthy

that through his long life, she was the purest breath of air over his sand of sins.

“She believes in me”, his throbbing heart struggled out loud

“I have to set her free”, his mind released the doubt;

yet, in that night

of violet shades over a bed of life and spirits in a glass,

she didn’t know that her love was his one last card to play,

before he would relinquish in the claws of fear her frail memory.

“Honey, come on up, you miss the stars and so much more.”

“…be there in a minute!”, he fumbled for excuses to ignore desires,

“Me and our memory feel lonely”, she uttered, already there before his eyes,

“Her beauty is too addictive”, his smile confessed the secret.

“Honey, I’ve been thinking and I even made a list of how amazing you are to me;

but, to be honest, I need to work on me before I even...”

“Hush…there is no need for a debate and we don’t need a rationale.

Just hold my hand… I made a list as well:

you smile in my heart, I’ll never say goodbye.”

His hug that night was stronger than a midday sky loving the sun.

The dawn had rushed into the room before he sold their memory to the blue;

her tears in the sheets, hiding their fate too soon;

back at his place, a present at his door brought her to life anew --

no words, an orchid, violet, to mean everything that would haunt him from then on,

the noble feelings and a mysterious blessing

her fragrance emanated, now even more, under the silence he crushed her hope with;

a sin he had to leash along with his vain past

in order to unlock the wisdom from within.

Until then, at night, a girl with orchid scents would give his dreams her light:

“You smile in my heart, I’ll never say goodbye.”

VIOLET AND LIFE

There was once a male planet called Viorel, made out of flames of deity strength, whose essence he was assigned to protect. Viorel was always inflamed, yet he never really knew the shape of his own embers, hidden beyond the fire unrestrained. He wanted so ardently to be in love, but whenever he approached anything he wanted to label as his “one-and-only”, he burned to a crisp the object of his ecstasy. He was the saddest passion alive, without an addressee, longing to feel the soul of a cooler company who would appease his enraged loneliness and give solace to his sense.

Once upon a universe, a star passed by, little in form, but glowing with the biggest hope of scattering light to replenish an orbit of joy. As he saw her sight, he felt the expanse of the most crystalline values to bathe his faith in. He desired her so intensely that she was drawn like a magnet towards him. Their exchange of aural depths had no precedent in the whole universe.

Alas, the nearer she drew, the more her life was in peril. Halfway there, she already felt she was melting and couldn’t see the danger of him; yet Viorel knew he had to stop: he would have killed the one he really cared for. With a rage of gods, he created tourbillions of dust to cast her far behind the reach of eyes, up to the earth, where she had to stop to rest her pain for such a loss. She had lost faith and couldn’t shine the brightness of her beauty anymore. In truth, Viorel never abandoned her and with every chance he had, he sent her arcs of rainbows to let her know how much he valued her. While at night he would send warmth directly to the star, to keep her brave and bright, with just his kisses from afar.

Their story was remembered for eternity, under the guise of tales, about divinity cherishing the world, pledging with fire and rain their legacies and oaths. At any time within the space of life, there is a star who still awaits her planet, hoping for the flame to collapse under an iceberg of trust so that she can return to just one place and tend the embers of her dear Viorel. A story with no end

INDIGO

INDIGO AND ONE

Natural introvert of blue,

so deep in shade that it escapes colours’ p