Imagine the colors, feel how they becomes even more real. The black and white film isolates the details, enhances the shapes, tells of blue, purple, cognac transparencies…of diaphanous hands, gold reflections, glows and darkness. The infinite shades of gray multiplies in the dark in blades of light and long silhouettes blurred on the walls, on the top of the bar table. Rings in the colors of light crawl the air, reflect your mood and multiply it. Imagine, play, invent unique combinations. Large round stones with precious transparent cuts like water alternate between the fingers with solar quadrangular facets. Rings that on your fingers become pieces of rainbow to be recomposed in a thousand kaleidoscopic lights, shadows, caresses and forbidden thoughts.
Long necklaces and rings flat and shiny as mirrors, you reflect there your dreams and all words you don’t say. I don’t know if you smile, if you are happy for a moment or you make fun of me. I lose myself in the infinite chains that bind me and surround you. Shiny darting coils. You get up, you sit, you turn and turn around as if you were at my casting for figures of the day to be thrown to the audience of the matinèe. Turns and turns and turns again that the Pittiesisis now look like carousel wires, kissing rings and large hoops for earrings, gold neon, small boats to be cradled on. You stop abruptly, you wave and go away taking the air away. It seems to drown in your emptiness, I run after you following trails of light. Pittiesisi bijoux… “chaîns d’amour” to play a little madness and shine.
You interlace your long fingers, play with them for a moment and then slowly slip your index finger across the wet mirror. Squint your eyes and then laugh. Your large, shine rings rifflect the world around. You look in between just like a great dirictore for a perfect shot. You cut a piece of the world and keep it in your pocket. Wave from far with hand wide open so everything around sparkle. You point with your index finger and we lough without reason. You reflect the world so from plaine becomes round and fabulous. Painted fingers that play on bar tables, follow the rhythm of the trafic frenetic and then suddenly slow. It’s red, you stand up and you run away living behind you in the air trace of light and sparkle. Urban design ring’s PITTIESISI reflects the city
I use to spent hours looking for stones on the bed of the stream, in the mountains, you were lying motionless on the same stones, talking to the clouds, your feet that every now was searching for the frost of the shiny water. For the same passion, the same game, the desire to caress smooth and round shapes in all possible shades, I searched for THE STONES OF THE EARTH and tied them to your fingers, pink and green tourmalines, aquamarines, rutilated quartz so beautiful to make evil eyes, amethysts, turquoise and many others that for me are still nameless colored stones, smoothed by water, the one that has the good fortune to pass all over you, make your skin even smoother, let me imagine a thousand ways of bind you to THE STONES OF THE EARTH. All different big rings. Unique and precious pieces like breaths, like rain, wind, sun, earth. As natural as love.
Blue topazes and purple quartz, scratched surfaces, splendid imperfections to wear as a flowers. Shiny eyes, green and smoky gray quartz. Rings to suck like popsicles in summer, they mist up on your warm breath. Square, round, drops of anise and mint, of oranges and blueberries run through your fingers and draw the light that surround you, color your hips and lips and arms and hair with caresses and confuse my eyes. Rainbow Rings Pittiesisi, I touch you and I lose myself in your hands.
Hearts, stars, flowers, moons, small and large tattoos drawn by the sun, you bring light pendants under the rain, you make them swing on the wind, you play with your fingers and mix with your hair the earrings that are always different… moons and stars, flowers and hearts. Light symbols, childish games that slip everywhere, thoughts of a women that still make you laugh. Desire to wear only hearts, only stars or to mix different rings, earrings and pendants like wildflowers. A heart forever, a star marks a day, a flower reminds me of many moons and beautiful nights to come. You carry your soft and shiny signs like surprises, smiles, reminders… Small, large light motifs mark your skin, flowers and stars, moons and hearts, kisses and caresses.
You touch your front with that usual gesture that I know so well. It means look at me and it has nothing to do with your rebellious red locks. Hands that mark the air, unpredictable like butterflies, hands colored by many rings, hands that let of lightnings like revolvers loaded with flowers. Impertinent hands that rest on your hips and say it all, they take me and sparkle while you do shhhhh! You touch my lips with your fingers, and leave me speechless. Now I have eyes only for your eyes, for the blue-purple, green-yellow trails, sea and leaves that leave me your caresses, the red marks of your rings that will return to awake our usual thoughts tonight. Hands that touch, rings that look like exclamation points, commas, suspended dots… waiting for you.