There’s a place dark and moist
Inside the inner most of my heart
An empty room with no art
Where my soul has gone lost.
It is there with your shadow
Where we stand in a narrow
Close and tight makes it bright
Deep feeling of love and light
There, a small bit of you is all mine
Yet The most important and fine
And in the silence we’re one
I’ll keep this with me
For as long as I shall be
Gives strength for the fight
To inhale this your might
AB
Awful thinking what I’ve done wrong
I look behind
blinding mist
blocks the sight in your search
the reason goes back and forth as by law
with a sensation of no comfort at all
total chaos between crooked reason walls
I see parts of the far gone
chosen by the most unconscious
portion of my brain in your search
I look behind
blinding mist
just paths of life in lines
straight crooked always brusque
finding never the solution
to understand where’s the confusion
I trawl all the mind entire
hope is always present
to find the gone wrong seed
of your plant dry and absent
the vacuum of thoughts follows
like wind in search of the element
in between tons of toxic waste
from feelings and ressentment
each flow of ideas melts away
there’s no straight line
as crooked it always ends
unable impossible to find
a consistent reason why
that would surround itself quilty
for this life course so blind
AB
andromache. digital over oil on canvas. 2016
Original em Português:
https://alessandrabarbierato.wordpress.com/2016/01/07/nevoa/
I feel the shard in the chest
a shattered heart quite undone
reveals a wound at its best
stuck thorns cross the elected organ
may the hours pass and days
may the time redo the joy
that moves and sows the soul in raise
in the depths of this agony hole
may life maybe as a dice be trown
bringing back whoever is there
to stay and carrying along whoever has
to go and may the mind let alone
the organ heart in its place
pulsating for life and blood
rather than extinguishing its flow
AB
no light, digital art over photo. 2016
Original em Português:
https://alessandrabarbierato.wordpress.com/2015/12/06/prece/
I want the siege of your sea
to close upon me and this blue
to flood my life with yours
remake myself fully in joy
I want the siege of your air
to close upon me and all that blue
to touch my soul’ skin so fair
with this fresh coolness so true
I want the siege of your fire
to burn upon me and your blue
to flame the gray paint entire
from these sightless eyes of fool
that could not see any higher
blind completely before you
AB
onda, oil on canvas. 2007
Original em Português:
https://alessandrabarbierato.wordpress.com/2015/02/05/leste/
The cool pale complexion can no longer bear
these flying hours that find no way through despair
for the being that at it’s most chaste limit
feels the mind oozing from seed to budding plant
through her infertile womb of love deprived sand
like persistent seedling grows in these mud
soaked in tenderness and omnipresent love
and the permanent cry streams in a flow
the more you reveal yourself the higher I go
the wanting grows and from seedling savage beast
condemned to run till rupestrian exasperation
aloof and indomitable snatching the vastness of this
succumbed to the heart poor mind in devastation
AB
sucumbência, acrylic and ink on paper over wood. 2014
Original em Português:
https://alessandrabarbierato.wordpress.com/2014/12/22/sucumbencia-acrylic-and-ink-on-paper-2014/
Sweet angel of peace
from far away you are
and far away you’ve been
the space doesn’t seem
to change a thing it only
makes the truth increase
the time doesn’t seem
to bother either since
I know the more it goes
stronger grows the seed
that floods our hearts
within from the very deep
Sweet angel of light
far but always by my side
everywhere I go I just
strongly feel you deep inside
no matter how I try
to talk you out of my mind
for ages I’ve tried to hide
this finest shade of light
that just despite overflows
so bright to the outside
AB
Alessandra Barbierato 