Exposed – Seconds
Open your eyes …
Are you sure you’re looking ?
The silence to confrontation, condemning the stiffness of space
Failing to drag intimidation
Don’t ask, keep flirting… watch your fleeting feet on my direction
You entail the trance…dooming the pointers on watch’s disconnection,
Standing still, frozen ,fixed,
close and closer, I surrender to your pace of inception .
Ironic that you came out from my secret wish
You don’t judge me, stereotypes away from me,,
I can listen the murmurs while questioning .
Either powerful or merely foolish
You …the invisible way out intriguing me
I can see on you face
It’s there, still discreet .
I saw it before.. that grin known by confidence beyond hesitation
3 seconds… veins, tranquilizer for senses, pulsation
The finger ready for the trigger
Contend with the control ..
Hold on and breath, step back,
insult the predictability, resist to the right act
Mock of the childish regrets and laughter…
fallen purposes driving obvious neglects
Patience and comprise reluctance…
That’s your frame and there is only one
yeah…respect the agonizing formula of relevance
Drown in the old story of defying instincts
The silence greets again compelling the most convict
Fear of the freedom or the freedom into a fear
Another time for beginning…
Don’t move. It’s on you skin Can you feel it ?
As heart beating in the angst of what comes next
Look deep and don’t divert attention
The unstable messy point between unpredictable and inevitable
A last call for contention
Headed to the tightrope…
The torment capturing the pressure on witnessing the perfect moment
Don’t mislead glory with accomplished mission
I know…it’s tempting
Stop…Recede…for one instance to record …
It’s there, discreet .I saw it before
That look…The look…One more.
The flash suspending defenses and there goes the frozen seconds underestimating ..
Calculus, pushing, waiting, tiredness ,shifting staring and claiming
From the all that matter to polemic, the verdict:
You trust on me your braveness
The old haunting loathing game. conveying the value of battles The price of digging uniqueness
You keep staring.
It’s what you do
Your eyes still watching me~
Why are you still there ?
Hung up on a overdue
The connection of pertinent mind and heart
Convinced that I’m the proof
It’s what you are
I’m not ready for the command of your finger
Automatism never up to the collapse of the pleasing common sense
Break down and bring the unpleasing me
The pearls behind the nonsense
~Give me time..Hold on.. Not yet.. keep looking
Are you liking what you see ? Are they gonna like by me ?
Who tells me when the lighting obfuscate the hidden landscape
Who are you responding for the uncover mission and this fifty details of escape ?
The refugee for the implied subject
Contrast for the abstract “you and me” concept
Affectional and emotional blurred object
Colors to entice feelings , to entire models for the sensitive race
Tell me it’s possible to print the unlocked truths and silent traces
Tell me and look me again…
Here the face has nothing to promise but never dissimulate
Can you capture from my lips
Nothing from the comfort zone of orchestrated smiles
I have a secret ,that if shared with this box on your hand, promise me it won’t be ours
and kept ours. Release it. Remember it
I crave for my dedicatory, from lifetime achieved :
“For those ones not ashamed of their story and language”
Dialects, and codes waiting to be deciphered
Expressions evoking the panel of programmed intellects
Carry my voice and approach your lens
I don’t ask you to be direct
Ask, and before you fit my eyes and tell me you understand
Words which have never existed..
Read me… Look at my eyes, ladies and gentles
I’m paralyzed in this square
Our talk resists to length of time and limits of space
I honor your despair
And you don’t let me go
Who needs to know where I came from
Look at me !
I need you; photographer and adrenaline
Pull the trigger