Figured in the midnight sky,

              a mosaic of stars

              diagram of falling years,

              while from the moon,
              my lover’s eye

              chills me to death

              with radiance of his frozen faith.

     White Coral Necklace

Under your skin the moon is alive.

          L’immaginazione non è uno stato mentale:
          è l’esistenza umana stessa.
                  William Blake

              Underwater Thights by LiquiDiamonds

I N V I T R O - L A B

in collaborazione con:

I N V I T R O  - L A B

http://www.invitrolab.it

project EX.VIVO jewelry | Melania Buhalakis for inVITRO  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

Waiting To Bloom

            E venne il giorno
            in cui il rischio di rimanere chiuso
            in un bocciolo divenne
            più doloroso del rischio di sbocciare.

            Anaïs Nin

≈ Sophie Pawlak ≈

"‘Take me
Naked,’
The flower said
to the sun,
‘Before
Night
Closes
My thighs.’"

                  

       "Once in a green time a flower
       
        Oh, fell in love with the sun

        The passion lasted for an hour

       And then she wilted from her loved one"



                    Foto: Melania Buhalakis
                   " Waiting To Bloom " Dress: Melania Buhalakis

There is a voice within me

               "You ask why I spend my life writing?

               Do I find entertainment?

               Is it worthwhile?
               
Above all, does it pay?

               If not, then is there a reason…?
  
             I write only because

               There is a voice within me

               That will not be still."

               Sylvia Plath




 http://albanocalling.blogspot.com/2012/02/5-domande-melania-buhalakis.html?spref=fb

*  In questo Blog potrete trovare una mia intervista

** Ringrazio ancora Andrea per questa occasione

"""" Song to Siren """"

≈ 1 ≈

The mermaid has been here..

                     and here She died
                     but as last gift for the sailor

She left her red coral bones

≈ 2 ≈

Foto ≈ 1_2  Alison Scarpulla ≈

 

                  Everyday he brings
                  little white flowers
                  to remember his little mermaid
                  and He sings an old song...

Long afloat on shipless oceans
 I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me, sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am, here I am
Waiting to hold you
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks
For you sing
'Touch me not, touch me not
Come back tomorrow
Oh, my heart, oh, my heart
Shies from the sorrow'
I am as puzzled as the oyster
I am as troubled at the tide
Should
I stand amid the breakers?
Or should I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing
'Swim to me, swim to me
Let me enfold you
Oh, my heart, oh, my heart
Is waiting to hold you'

Foto ≈ LiquiDiamond ≈
Coprispalle Red Coral Bones

Dance Dance Dance

" cosa devo fare? " ripetei di nuovo.
" danzare "rispose " continuare a danzare finchè ci sarà musica.
  capisci quello che ti sto dicendo?
  devi danzare. danzare senza mai fermarti.
  non devi chiederti perchè.
  non devi pensare a cosa significa.
  il significato non importa,non c'entra.
  se ti metti a pensare a queste cose,i tuoi piedi si bloccheranno,
  e una volta che si saranno bloccati,
  io non  potrò più fare niente per te.
  tutti i tuoi collegamenti si interromperanno.
  finiranno per sempre (...) "

  

                    

Uknown

       Everything you painted,
       you painted white

       Then splashed it with roses,
       defeated it,

       Leaned over it, dripping roses,

       Weeping roses, and more roses,

       Then sometimes, among them,
        a little blue
bird.


  

Uknown

Foto  ≈ LiquiDiamond ≈

                      Collana Blameless Vestal