IDDENDEVART
arti visive e letterarie

About me

Adele Franchi
Director and researcher of television programs for Rai Italian radio and television, theatre actress, writer and painter looking for a personal artistic revelation. In writing, as a poet, in art with her material and pictorial production, she performs tests, exercises, uses different materials, training, develops personal experiments of expressive techniques with the aim of giving shape to dreams, desires, emotions, to fix with images and words everything that presents itself to the conscience, but what really matters is being able to trace in a visible way what is hidden in depth, if only to give shape to one or more existences that appear in personal experience or in that of strangers, our experiences, possible scenarios that concern us although distant. Life as an eternal and collective dimension. Recognizing in oneself and in others the silent expression that wants to manifest itself in each of us.

LOOKING AT THE FUTURE

cerchio chiamato cielo città

acque affondare alberi galleggiare bambina canti alzati amore andiamo verso l’arcobaleno corpo pelle carne specchio bianco buio cammino porta sabbia sangue creature d'acqua d'amore danza e deserto scena o gioco cerchio chiamato cielo città teatro cominciato donna ferma fiamme folla fuoco nero notte dipingere geroglifici giganti profumo ricordo rosso luna spiriti stanno stiamo sembra sento siamo orgasmo silenzio morte nuvole occhi lungo piangere piccola lacrima la scia luce giorno nudo nuovo giardino stanza ombre muovo mappe mondo paesaggio sogno sorride incubi labirinto giro segreto trovo mura musica muta pietra terra terrestre tornare zone tremano urla piedi mani vedo vento viaggio vuoto attesa attendere attraversare

after all

How many ropes this time turned into stones blocking my way no need for wings for this obstacle established by only one side and time would not be enough to wait for a gap I will stay in mid-air casting a shadow on the ground now it's up to the choir to introduce the note aligning this hope that even in the words will not change but I would like to know the moment that the keys will take on a new light then imagination will no longer be of any use to those who will open their mouths thinking of the damage that sees them touched and to those to whom I will have to answer before their world ends a meter from my breath

experience

I also got cold in my heart last night distance and yellow beak and I can't smile at the words that I don't hear and don't want to see even running or singing you manage not to be there between the gloves placed on the bed and a marble telephone too much calm and so many buttons and the oil, and the pens, the colored sheets, turning as if I had a broken wing, closed bags and controlled desires. now you're there in the worst way and I wish I didn't turn the word annoyance. only the contrast remains, even if you don't listen to me between the joy and the impotence of transforming the pains into colors, having fled, she continues to run. more than you can believe how come or how always i would never want to erase you to the usual border where a clap of hands is useful to change the horizon to bend under this light and leave now with the eyes but tonight is like the others loneliness in the head and a shadow, like everyone happy in my own way the happiness that is burned at every step like every photo that fills the shoes with sand and then dissolves it