Carly's Song

The only way to get to that pleasure of fulfillment that only truly important achievements can offer is by freeing yourself from the limits that keep you prisoner of your own anxiety.

I slalomed between states, between momentary remorse thrown to me by the real in the form of loud and accelerated heartbeats, rhythm disturbances, palpitations, like the uncontrolled listening to unselected music, interpreted as a footnote in an early psychological experiment.

Full of questions and uncertainties, I was under the pressure of a mysterious and complex phenomenon, thrown into an abyss that seemed to have removed the coordinates of a creation that opened the paths of art between the idea of voyeurism associated with the passion for reading, very dark but innocent, shaken by the load of sensual pleasures.

The risk that the subtle charm of this type of auto-fiction assumed, wary of the hue of a deep silence, accusing, but perverse and exciting, which often anaesthetizes the shame of a sin in the immense night was not enough.

I also had to have the tools to be able to handle the universe proposed to me as a spell I did not understand, but one which I accepted as one of the great forms of life and personal transformation. Because it meant a total and mysterious adventure, of which only an artist could extract the essence of an archetypal idea, of a being separate from others.

Do you consider that state of mind contrary to a stable one, by expressly defining the notion of "circumstance" on which the denial of values ​​that recommend you as an artist is based?

Rarely can one speak of a stylistic novel inspired by the reconciliation of private and public antagonisms, the violation of intimacy, the secret code of perversity, and the echo of the happy unconscious in the modernist paradigm as a successful one. Especially if he does not take a special approach between two different worlds.

It was enough for me to look in the mirror to find myself in an artistic work based on the invention of a mind under Faustian inspiration by conceiving a rhythm of polarity between love and its contradiction, between unifying passion and multiple wishes, between the mystic and the rational, between Cervantes and Nabokov, among which there was a continuum of possibilities. Carly don’t be sad, Life is crazy, Life is mad, Don’t be afraid.

Being totally committed to the sensuality of word-chaining, without which the self-explanatory genre cannot be fully understood, I was testing myself in an incognito experiment of the obscene thought born of the thirst of sighs for an eternal happiness. A final agreement of teenage fantasies and dreams. To highlight the strange rules of my theory about the role of the miraculous in the ephemeral next to me and charging it beyond the limits of unilateralism.

In my words howled not just the flavor of obscenity well placed in a passionate context combined with an overwhelming fright, but also the unknown of the new victim hypostasis that measured my ability to follow blindly something as ephemeral as the feeling of euphoria. Even God couldn’t have been able to unravel the infinite moment of the eroticism that stirred in my soul.

Can you put yourself in a context of the possibility of accepting yourself fully, without feeling your own condition under the sign of a guilty alterity?

And because of this ephemeral charm, I felt traced from all angles of a positive, negative, complex, simple situation, seen behind a moving mirror, reflecting only premonitions, on the night of a thrilling game demanding a prelude to the exiting of human time and a seduction of a correspondent in the plane of the senses, amid a particular temperature.

A curiosity changed into an aesthetic of revelation. For I felt myself seized in a projection of the artistic imagination, above what I previously thought was a change in a corner of the soul, in which a magical eye looked at me continually from all possible directions. Eyes Wide Shut in the idea of voyeurism of a self-portrait that demands to be read in relation to the original.

Always a portrait created by an unexpected challenge and a perverse desire, untold but hidden-at midnight, attributed to a crazy access just to get past that feeling of vulnerability felt unconsciously, could very well be expressed through a leap in the unknown of a hypothetical surreal.

The authenticity that embraces personal development, and then leadership, is determined by the significance that you attach to your values ​​in a test of limits and revolt that stand in the way of self-realization.

Are the values you believe in given by the challenges that urge you to create, the ability to be aware of your feelings, feelings, and to express them in relation to the outside?

Creating a new artistic expression is one of my great virtues. The grandmother of the overflowing obscenity and the humiliation of a sin that no repentance can untie can fall together under the red moon of a desperation that attempts to base its hidden motifs in accordance with the work of the isolated artist who feels his own condition under the sign of a guilty alterity.

Carly don’t be sad. That’s your destiny. The only chance. Take it, take it in your hands. Only now do I notice how splendidly the intimate linen of literature is blended with the perverse tension of the moment of inspiration. I feel that someone touches me, grabs my hips in an intense emotional load, excites me and consumes me. Something almost unrealistic transcends those selfish experiences and perhaps a little materialistic from ages past.

The only way to get to that pleasure of fulfillment that only the truly important achievements can offer is to free yourself from the limits that keep you prisoner of your own anxiety (or marginality). The best writers and artists have understood this very well.

The great accomplishment of a man who experiences forms of artistic approach, whether it is a particular imaginative approach to visual work, or a certain optional evolution of poetic language, is to gain a new understanding of himself and the mission of an artist in the midst of the world.

Carly’s Song is a confession of the sin suffered by the best artists, a sign that they also have their sensitivities, which can be formulated as follows: "If you are open to new experiences of life and new creative possibilities, you have no limits in releasing your hidden desires."

* Note: Enigma - Carly's Song