Gianni Fedele Mazza y Shanti ArteTerapia

Gianni Fedele Mazza / 2014 / Playa Azul / Mixta sobre tela / 30,5 x 32,5 cms./ The Wizard The miracle will occur will heal the wound inflicted in that rainy bow among unarmed people They were gray ... . the poet, the little wizard white dress hairline with a blue chest. Crying. The perfumed hand of His Mother She showed him flying fish said the shooting stars; a life filled with their fragrance. It was the little magician who consoled his soul the service of their hands drying torrents sweet tears. Would walk for days collecting coins oracles of eternity: worn, aged, trampled, striped, would keep in chests fragrant wood just to be back true to your service and accompany you in the hours sadness, loneliness, joy. Mother hear anything? I'm looking for you on the other side my lady, I see you, I feel I talked to the Most High I have asked you back Lord return it. You're a rose, a star a happy child again eight roses I left ab...

Gianni Fedele Mazza / Arjè azul / 60x80 cms. / 2012 / Técnica mixta sobre tela / MEMORIES OF LIGHT, Poems Gianni Fedele Mazza Prologue Live is a miracle and a mystery at a time. In this constant evolution in which we ask questions about our own origin and mission in life. We are beings of light and energy, a wonderful and unique conglomerate, we belong to the highest scale of living beings on our planet. One of the most beautiful gifts that humans can give to their peers, besides compassion, it is art in all its manifestations. Since ancient times art has represented a form of expression of the soul that invites us to explore the beautiful, mysterious and fantastic universe within us. Painting, sculpture, music, writing and other artistic expressions express images and symbols, unique, soul, half of God to express the creative greatness of man. "Memoirs of light" is a work that combines drawing, painting, photography and free verse. The author invites...

Gianni Fedele Mazza / Siren / Graphite   The mermaid Siren celestial waters from Greek oracles amber eyes, angel hair Marine corporal emanation fruit. Exhausted in the plain of pleasure fish biting your lips Your belly door to heaven, swimming in turquoise waters slowly scraping the bottom with our body, in the ecstasy of Your longing look. You leave and return as dolphin to me with soft hands pearly we go into the depths of the cave drink together sweet wine syrup the mountains, the breeze, the sea, Your creative source of old song. Stop time, intertwined in the vertical dimension, attain divinity in the continuous time. River flowing to the ocean leaving the lights from the city. Gianni Fedele Mazza  

Gianni Fedele Mazza / The artist / Trip Sun, stars, roar of the seas an inscrutable guide at night tired feet and cold stones, An obsession with sacred place, flight stepping streams of clear water in the fiery blue lost horizon. Sculpted rocks make joyful shout our being elated in your eyes amber, Your body shudders whitefish. Delivered to the ecstasy of vegetation red and orange flowers landscape the pace of the stems of reeds, shaken by the trip. Gianni Fedele Mazza

Gianni Fedele Mazza Foyer Uncertain look, late mirror, old verb from another world nostalgia, smell of damp earth, by empty gray room. Angelic child's eyes in the lot of memories, a glorious morning, canvases, eternal witnesses. Triumph of silence on the dark trial, the voice behind the veil unseen, unfathomable, the lengthy time. The emissary is ready, the mission entrusted without pain or fear, finally accepted. Gianni Fedele Mazza

Gianni Fedele Mazza   The message It appeared during sleep walking on mounds where people lay   in row over land. wrapped in blue flashes taking a lightning rod each played an open door at the bottom. Skyward Star leaving it to be blue planting souls in paradise. Gianni Fedele Mazza

Gianni Fedele Mazza / The oracle / 1978 The other Joaquim enigmatic smile Beach Machurucuto the warm breeze caressed him absorbed in contemplation the ancient landscape. Thinking man with his long white beard his madness and brushes he had given the big jump. Connected with the creation squarely in the missed ritual away from the empty existence worldly customs It was lit Macuto. Joaquim had two beings living within the bounty Hunter looking out of time Further inside there was another, connoisseur spaces the primary unit space, time. He loved deeply He watched from the other in outside dimension Thanatos. Joaquim returned sad killed by waiting too much time ... .. too. Gianni Fedele Mazza

Gianni Fedele Mazza / Going tu you / 21 x 28 cms. / 1999 The road In the forest of sweet-smelling eucalyptus during the cosmic night of the lunar path We walked a long time in the dark with the musical sound of harmony plant fearlessly we go through the tunnel of shadows. Avoid falling into the dream of spirits Hidden across the perceptions I lost some men in the mirages. From above we saw the joy city, the magical city on the banks of the lake castles and walkways sun flower on the celestial sphere bluish clouds like water lilies floating on the ether. Gianni Fedele Mazza

To the summit Endless stairs of white mist We run along the paths of glass, in the eternal night of winds You are going to encounter sleepless talk where the night loses its color and the day is on the edge of time. Come on you the splendid avatar on your quiet and peaceful summits where high and distant song is heard a woman's eyes and black hair wide skirts and bare feet. In the pond we cover sand and we dive into the water baptizing and fatigue in your purity, in the sweet sound of your inner light.

Hacia la luz / Fotografía: Gianni Fedele Mazza / Año: 1980 / Observando desde la noche Observó toda la creación por el nicho estucado, de una ventana del jardín, Había sido invadido por la sensación del no-tiempo Las imágenes brillaban en sus ojos respiraba el aroma exquisito  degustaba el ron añejo. dejando el roble entre la nariz y el paladar. Observaba un gato cazando Se sintió pleno y placentero A semejanza del hermoso animal. Imaginó por momentos, que sentiría aquel pintor de Macuto en su refugio Éste se había entregado de lleno A la creación pictórica más pura. pequeño dios de su mundo particular Porqué a mi, él se preguntaba; le había sido otorgado éste don con que fin, era él el pintor O por el contrario un ente by the feeling of no-time  The images shone in his eyes   breathed the exquisite aroma  I tasted the old rum.  leaving the oak  between the nose and the palat...

Ilustración: Gianni Fedele Mazza / técnica: grafito sobre cartulina / año: 2002 / Los Cuerpos   Parado frente al altar del silencio en lo profundo del palacio carmesí, a su lado los viejos estand a rtes el pasado glorioso de la memoria. en sus manos el filo agudo del arma . Interrogaba sobre la inmortalidad... detrás del altar el umbral oscuro lo esperaba, se veía un ligero resplandor azulado y a sus pies una nube de niebla blanca, el sonido lejano de una campana le anunció que había llegado el momento, se desvistió lentamente; miró hacia lo alto, de pronto una intensa luz blanca, desde arriba Iluminó su cuerpo desnudo;  como hielo. una esfera luminosa apareció del otro lado ...y le habló.   Empezó a transmitir información... en un lenguaje desconocido,...sin palabras, cada celula de su cuerpo sentía amor, un inmenso amor samádico como nunca había sentido. Acostado en la arena con el frío de la madrugada, el sonido de las olas, y su pieza musical favorita, el ol...

El dueño del universo Salí por el halo de luz. En el extremo de mi conciencia, caminando por el sendero negro de casas abandonadas busqué un infinito sol que llenara mi pecho de calor. En el pueblo de la gente con sobrenombre de peces. Conocí la máscara nocturna del baile de placeres, sí así es. Hice de aquellos personajes elaborados con sueños y deseos una realidad en confusión, terrenal, de abandono;  . sin  embargo, me entregué de lleno, sin temor, celebrando gozoso con aquellos seres jocosos, una fiesta interminable. Elevándome en la fantasía. Terminé riendo, llorando entre sábanas y lienzos ; encontré una extraña cara mirándome desde allá. Ese que estaba ahí no era yo, era otro, desencadenado, tragando lágrimas y resentimientos, robada por ellos la paz, que un día había tenido, pasando...