Absenc/s/es

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We are all there and yet, no one is present. Life can be just like that; we think we exist, but we are ever desappearing, from the very moment we started.

Estamos todos lá e, no entanto, ninguém está presente. A vida pode ser assim; pensamos que existimos, mas estamos desaparecendo, desde o momento em que começamos.

Dream

Sometimes

I am not sure

if life is just a dream

a nightmare

or an illusion.

Perhaps its something else;

entirely different

of what we believe to know

something we don’t

even grasp to understand.

Maybe all of it.

Or even none of the above.

Dreng

Han er der

men han er ikke min

Han er en del af mig

selvom han ikke tilhører mig

han er alt hvad jeg er

alt hvad jeg mangler

men kan ikke holdes

han er sig selv og det gør mig stolt af

jeg savner ham, kræver hans tilstedeværelse, tænker på ham

men det er kun han selv som kan finde sin vej tilbage.

jeg kan bare være her, og vente

så længe livet varer.

Mysteries

Mysteries of the night

Com pés descalços

Sobre a relva

Úmida e verde

Sentimos a brisa 

Leve e morna

Que apazigua

O coração

Cansado.

Trazemos estrelas nas mãos 

e jóias inestimáveis na alma

Carregamos esperança 

por tempos melhores

Um mundo mais justo

e igualitário.

Vislumbramos os mistérios 

que justifiquem

a dor e o vazio

daquilo que ainda

não podemos

transformar

em mágica

e beleza.


Luciana Mariano (c)

Generations

Luciana Mariano (c)

Através das gerações carregamos nossos fardos, nossas dores, mas também nossa sabedoria ancestral, nossos talentos. Ao longo do tempo, histórias se tornam estórias e somos capazes de adicionar magia e poesia ao que foi árido e pesado. Trançamos nossos cabelos em todas as cores, formas e texturas para formar um só cordão de desejos, cheios de esperança e força. Somos uma só, embora sejamos muitas e todas únicas. Meninos se tornam pássaros e mulheres se tornam terra, e vice e versa. E na dança da vida nos unimos em comunhão por tudo aquilo que queremos prosseguir, aperfeiçoar e transformar, respeitando nossa efemeridade na perenidade do tempo, permitindo nossas falhas é que alcançamos nossas vitórias. Não sabemos direito o sentido de tudo, mas observamos os fractais da existência, aceitando, resistindo e contornando tudo aquilo que a cada dia brota em nossa estrada. Seguimos com passos firmes, olhos atentos e, sempre que possível, com a leveza do ar.

Through the generations we carry out our burdens and pains, but also our ancestral wisdom and talents. Over time, history become stories and we are able to add magic and poetry to what was dry and heavy. We braid our hair in all colors, shapes and textures to form a single string of desires, full of hope and strength. We are one, although we are many and all unique. Boys become birds and women become earth, and vice versa. And in the dance of life, we unite in communion for everything we want to pursue, improve and transform, respecting our ephemerality in the perpetuity of time, it is allowing our failures we reach for our victories. We don’t really know the meaning of all things, but we observe the fractals of existence, accepting, resisting and overcoming everything that arises on our path, every day. We carry on with firm steps, alert eyes and, whenever possible, with the lightness of air.

Obscene

Obscene are the news.

Obscene

/əbˈsiːn/

adjective

adjective: obscene

  1. (of the portrayal or description of sexual matters) offensive or disgusting by accepted standards of morality and decency.”obscene jokes”


    Similar:
    pornographic
    indecent
    salacious
    smutty
    lewd
    rude
    dirty
    filthy
    vulgar
    foul
    coarse
    crude
    gross
    vile
    nasty
    disgusting
    offensive
    shameless
    immoral
    improper
    immodest
    impure
    indecorous
    indelicate
    unwholesome
    scabrous
    off colour
    lubricious
    risqué
    ribald
    bawdy
    suggestive
    titillating
    racy
    erotic
    carnal
    sensual
    sexy
    lascivious
    lecherous
    licentious
    libidinous
    degenerate
    goatish
    depraved
    amoral
    debauched
    dissolute
    prurient
    scatological
    profane
    blue
    porn
    porno
    X-rated
    triple-X
    XXX
    raunchy
    sick
    near the knuckle
    fruity
    saucy
    adult
    ithyphallic
    Fescennine
    Cyprian

    Opposite:
    pure
    decent
    natural

2. offending against moral principles; repugnant.


Some people will attain their observations at the naked couple. And judge. And have a million different opinions about how pleasing, disturbing, appealing or disgusting the scene is. Other people will completely ignore the couple and see the background. The world is sick and suffering from the lack of consciousness of what is really obscene in society. 

In my humble opinion, love and sex makes us plausible.

Poverty is obscene. Capitalism is obscene. Political ignorance is obscene.

Human predatory nature is obscene. 

Painting available for sale.

Luciana Mariano, 2021

Together / yhdessä / juntos / insieme / sammen

Together / yhdessä / juntos / insieme / sammen

I was thinking about opportunities. A society where everyone could transform their lives according to their aptitudes, talents, dreams instead of their fears, limitations, impositions. How nice it would be if everyone could just be and do what they are and do best, without the pressure of competition, market demands, social conventions.

We all have special traits and talents. We are all unique and overflowing with unique qualities that thrive in the light of diversity. We are living this space and time that is NOW. We are all going down the same road on this short period of time called life.

Why can’t we celebrate, value, cherish, contribute instead of working against each other, opposing, fighting, segregating? Why should respect and solidarity be the exception and not the rule?

Like it or not, we are in this together. We better learn to appreciate it to thrive with it or we are condemned to failure as a species, as individuals or collectives.

Together is better.
Respect for diversity, preciation and empathy are keys.

Painting in exhibition at Naivistit Iittala, summer exhibition 2021.
Stay safe, take care, be merry!

LM(c)

O grito

Em algum lugar do mundo, neste instante, alguém acordou com fome e não tem nenhuma comida em casa para alimentar os filhos. Alguém está trabalhando duro há mais de 8 horas seguidas com o estômago vazio. Alguém não sabe onde vai dormir esta noite, apesar do frio e da chuva. Alguém está sendo insultado, punido, violentado, assassinado por não ter aceitado, compreendido, concordado, obedecido, por ter nascido mulher, por ter nascido negro, por ter nascido gay. 

Enquanto isso, neste mesmo instante, alguém está fazendo mais um milhão nas últimas 2 horas, sem ter sequer se levantado da cama. Alguém está decidindo pelo destino e vida de dezenas, centenas, milhares de pessoas, enquanto saboreia uma lagosta e um vinho raro, num terraço com vista para Mediterrâneo. Alguém está comprando outro yatch, mansão, jet privado com dinheiro público, com dinheiro do tráfico, com dinheiro ganho na exploração ilegal de trabalho, de recursos naturais, do crime. Alguém está rezando em templos enquanto explora, sonega, mata, destrói, corrompe.

E aqui estamos nós, eles, vocês, entre uma coisa e outra, desejando um, lutando com outro, sendo ambos, autorizando todos. Levando e sendo levados pela existência impiedosa, contra a correnteza, a favor do tempo, sem segundas chances, sem perdão.

Nosso silêncio fala muito mais que nossas palavras.

Nossos atos gritam. E quase sempre agimos pela inércia.

Estamos caminhando, mas pouco saímos do lugar.

LM(c)

Somewhere in the world, at this moment, someone woke up hungry and has no food at home to feed their children. Someone has been working hard for more than 8 hours straight, on an empty stomach. Someone does not know where he/she is going to sleep tonight, despite freezing temperatures and rain. Someone is being insulted, punished, violated, raped, murdered for not having accepted, understood, agreed, obeyed, for being born a woman, for being born black, for being born gay.

Meanwhile, right now, someone is making another million in the past 2 hours, even before getting out of bed. Someone is deciding on the fate and lives of tens, hundreds, thousands of people, while enjoying an exquisite lobster dish and a rare bottle wine, on a terrace, overlooking the Mediterranean. Someone is buying another yatch, mansion, private jet with public money, with money from traffic, with money earned from illegal exploitation of work, natural resources, crime. Someone is praying in temples while exploiting, evading, killing, destroying, corrupting.

And here we are, they, you, between one thing and the other, wishing for it, fighting it, being both, authorizing everything. Leading and being led by a merciless existence, rowing against the current, towards time, with no second chances, without any forgiveness.

Our silence speaks more than words.
Our acts shout.
We almost always act out of inertia.
We are walking, but we barely move.

LM(c)