In my viewfinder

City Sickness – 106

Max S. Volonté — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 12:15:12 +0000

“Solissimo”

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“City Sickness – 106″
Milano, Italy, Jan. 2013
© Massimo S. Volonté

The horizon is not so faraway

Max S. Volonté — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 12:15:04 +0000

The horizon is not so faraway
Life is nothing more than a dream
than a nightmare
Sometimes it’s a bike ride
A million beats of a tiny heart
The breath of a little girl
Or it’s the look of your eyes upon me
The caress of your hand
An open book
A love left wither
A cut flower
Meaningless
Is it anything pointless?
Death is not the end
I’m sure. I know nothing
The horizon is not so faraway
The music plays high
I hold you close to me
After dark the infinite light
Another glass of wine
Now, here
The only conviction
The bottle runs dry
On the hill near the sea
The stars have never shone thus
I light the last cigarette
Please
Once again your eyes in mine
Once again your lips on mine
The horizon is not so faraway
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L’orizzonte non è più così lontano
La vita non è niente più che un sogno,
che un incubo
A volte è una corsa in moto
Un millione di battiti di un piccolo cuore
Il respiro di una bambina
O è lo sguardo dei tuoi occhi su di me
La carezza della tua mano
Un libro aperto
Un amore lasciato sfiorire
Un fiore reciso
Senza senso
E’ forse tutto inutile?
La morte non è la fine
Sono sicuro, non so niente
L’orizzonte non è più così lontano
La musica suona alta
Ti stringo forte a me
Dopo il buio una luce infinita
Un altro bicchiere di vino
Ora, qui
Unica certezza
La bottiglia è a metà
Sulla collina vicino al mare
Le stelle non hanno mai brillato così
Mi accendo l’ultima sigarettta
Ti prego
ancora una volta i tuoi occhi nei miei
ancora una volta la tua bocca sulla mia
L’orizzonte non è più così lontano
_Hugh S. Graves_

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“The horizon is not so faraway”
Italian Alps, Italy, Aug. 2012
© Massimo S. Volonté

Dream no. LII

Max S. Volonté — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 12:15:08 +0000

The open window
Sea poems in my ears
The television has been left on all night long,
repeating, in an obsessive way,
the video in which a man burns.
I had a dream
and I would like to be able to paint it.
In memory.
The spring seems to have arrived this year too.
But it’s still cold outside.
My heart beats slow.
Your absence.
My loneliness.
I know, I will not get up so early this morning.
I’m seeking a balance.
That’s impossible at this latitude.
Among my past lives.
In today’s life
and in those that I’ll live, perhaps.
The time leaves no time.
It continues to flow.
I think back to the dream.
A real shame, I can’t paint it.
_Hugh S. Graves_

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“Dream no. LII”
Milano, Italy, Nov. 2012
© Massimo S. Volonté

City Sickness – 105

Max S. Volonté — Sat, 15 Jun 2013 12:15:03 +0000

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“City Sickness – 105″
Milano, Italy, April 2013
© Massimo S. Volonté

Travel light: Up and Down in the City

Max S. Volonté — Fri, 14 Jun 2013 12:15:43 +0000

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“Travel light: Up and Down in the City”
Lloyd’s Building by Arch. Richard Rogers
London, England, August 1987
© Massimo S. Volonté

If I fell in love with you

Max S. Volonté — Thu, 13 Jun 2013 12:15:50 +0000

If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me
Understand
‘Cause I’ve been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just
Holding hands
If I give my heart
To you
I must be sure
From the very start
That you
Would love me more than her
If I trust in you
Oh please
Don’t run and hide
If I love you too
Oh please
Don’t hurt my pride like her
‘Cause I couldn’t stand the pain
And I
Would be sad
If our new love was in vain
…
If I fell in love with you…
_John Lennon & Paul McCartney (If I fell, excerpt)_

New series “Woman under the influence”
Inspired by my dear friend and talented photographer Agnès Weber

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“If I fell in love with you”
Milano, Italy, Oct. 2011
© Massimo S. Volonté

City Sickness – 104

Max S. Volonté — Wed, 12 Jun 2013 12:15:57 +0000

The fever-tree

Max S. Volonté — Tue, 11 Jun 2013 12:15:06 +0000

The fever-tree
I’m alone in front of a long row of bottles beyond the counter
I can hear an old Italian song
I do not understand what it says
But I think that speaks of a love,
a summer love, on a sea that can’t be larger
The fever-tree
I observe, observed
Two girls come into the vodka bar, I think they come from the song
It talks also of a hat
I tell myself that I have to go
The sidewalk is waiting for my step
And I know that I must seek answers
Maybe one day I’ll find some
The fever-tree
The two girls, are stranger, they have their eyes wide open and fill them with beauty
I am alone again, in the street, now
Among the ancient ruins
Time is a giant
I lose myself and I give up, here
The fever-treee
_Hugh S. Graves_

So lets go home

Max S. Volonté — Mon, 10 Jun 2013 12:15:40 +0000

“Telephone booth number 1359″
So lets go home
so we can get
into an argument
so you can throw me
out of your house
so I can continue
working on that
endless epic poem
about loneliness
_Pedro Pietri (from “Out of order”)_

City Sickness – 103

Max S. Volonté — Sat, 08 Jun 2013 12:15:13 +0000