A ferry dream for a dream island
Sea people live sea dream
Detached from all last life anchors
Bamboo building art
Being welcomed means before welcoming yourself. Then It is readable twice.
Looking for flower necklaces
Rocks, sea, trees. Two metaphysics toilets. Being on Salvador Dalì canvas meantime I am living like Paul Gauguin on islands.
Colour’ solitude. Chairs’ solitude. Tables’ solitude. Wind’ solitude. Sea sound’ solitude. Being just to be.
Inside an island
Alone. Body solitude. Inside an island, inside a body.
Po Toi International Commercial Shopping Center
My Po Toi way. Free will or fate?
Some stuffs, bins, a barbecue, Chinese guidelines and the forgotten bamboo. Stand; time is going. Waiting; he will pass from here surely.
Human business trace
Inside an island, inside a village, on a bridge, inside a body.
Po Toi souvenirs for any inside a body. Marine organisms. Be osmotic and isotonic between outside and inside a body.
A way for the two metaphysics toilets. Being close Salvador Dalì meantime I am dreaming like Paul Gauguin.
Hotline service for the dirty stuffs on island. Beware of the shaft. Should I call then?
Clothes hang on sun like lives hang on time passing.
Two doors. Salvador Dalì and Paul Gauguin home entrances.
Colorful solitude inside boat’s life, inside body fishers.
Fishers’ way
Standing iron solitudine.
Tables on sea; close street alongside the sea. All stopped to let me go away.
A vacant place. A ladder inside a door is like a career inside a body. Somebody left, leaving the ladder and the door opened. Probably he will not more return back.
Po Toi life lighthouse’s awareness in front a fisher life
Fossil flags through wind mean silent
Meats hanging after the life spinning. Death as salvation of life.
Po Toi toilet metaphysics. Inside cabin, an inside a body? The truly difference between metaphysics and physics.
Entropy laboratory. Representation of the Universe on the island of a planet.
The corner of the red altar. Between isolation and spirituality.
Some possible life circumstances. Between houses and few bodies.
Island’s paralyzed paths
Existence nowhere. Existence somewhere.
Iron, texture, vision, front sea view and absence.
A red enchanted door. Knowing the existence of a door without ever being able to open it means being curious about existence itself.
Fossil flags in the silent horizon
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Color solitude
Pork, fruits and karma’s solitude. Alone. Impassive outside a body. Human inside a body.
Close encounter with the silent wind
Monuments facing the sea
Po Toi Rock. A chair to observe the sea.
Between dragons and baroque’s memory
Po Toi Lagoon
The energy of a path is calling the sparked side
Wooden sticks like Sicilian dried tomatoes
Steps for up and down. Where do they are going?
Ancient abandoned Po Toi school
Feeling the past of a far reality means dreaming circumstances around
My path is where my soul push my body. Inside a body.
Between surrealism and metaphysics. Between far abandoned bodies. Ancient. Alone. Buried humans. Gauguin will be in the other side. Inside an island, some bodies alongside my path, inside a body.
Ways, my ways, my life steps, between rocks and leaves.
A far view from the start existence point, destined to remain forever.
The furrowed path of life expresses itself
Chains along the life path where you are right free
René Magritte’s metaphysics
Far landscapes like far places
A vein inside the Earth’s body. A vein inside a body.
Cactus in the island. They are always in the island, Mediterranean or Southern Chinese Sea.
Life lighthouse among some solitude, a true sense inner light.
The island wind’s music
Island dessert
Be all around, outside a body, inside a body, me and surrealism. Surrealism then suddenly doesn’t exist ’cause you are finally inside it. Trying to wake up. Being outside where you cannot be. Being inside surrealism. Inside a body, a body as another. Bye dear love. Bringing it inside a body for ever.
“L’abbandono giace nell’isola di un io surrealista, incapace di comprendere ogni forma tangibile e pregressa della realtà, così come comunemente tridimensionata.
Po Toi è il luogo dove tutto si scompone dal suo essere tempo e spazio e spessore percettivo; l’anima, durante i suoi passi speculativi, distacca la sua ombra dalla fisicità della sua stessa trappola e, nel contesto metafisico, appartiene sempre più al sogno di un quadro di Paul Gauguin, ove fanciulle adornano di fiori l’ipotesi del sentire lieve il peso della vita con tutte le sue forme.
Avviene tutto in mente, in un’altra isola di trasposizione mentale e, ancora, passata, dove il vento diviene sinestesia dell’immagine del sopravvissuto, approdato per caso in un mondo sempre visto inside a body, ma mai veramente realizzato e strutturato.
Le anime di Po Toi riposano così con la solitudine dell’isola, in pace e per sempre integrate alla sua essenza spirituale e materiale.
I sentieri si nascondono e si snodano tra fitte ombre e contesti tropicali, segnalano vie d’uscite d’emergenza per l’anima, salgono e scendono e accompagnano il visitatore lungo il viaggio dalla quale difficilmente potrà fare ritorno.
Po Toi è il contesto di un uomo che va, che sfiora il vento dell’arcipelago vicino e vola dal suo poggio verso l’infinito della roccia rosa e metafisica di René Magritte, intrappolata dal suo scenario surrealista, come un asteroide nello spazio vacuo e disperso lungo la traversata di Andromeda verso Via Lattea, fino al suo leggero e silenzioso atterraggio nell’isola di Po Toi.
Alla vista dell’uomo, il grande messaggio sui codici genetici dell’universo in espansione trova finalmente il suo spettatore.
La visione risiede proprio nella forma e nella relazione che, per quanto di fantastica natura, nel suo concepimento stesso trova il fondo e le radici della verità, nascosta e da scoprire dietro la porta rossa incantata.
L’opportunità del sogno attraverso e del senso metamorfico del pensiero in analisi sull’impossibilità di andare oltre i suoi limiti, oltre la rossa porta incantata, d’innanzi all’uomo che passa e vaga, tra la sua esistenza e quella di un aldilà separato dall’intercapedine del velo così soavemente incantato, in rosso passione, rosso solitudine e rosso esistenziale, trova finalmente sfogo nel suo essere trasmesso in portavoce alle anime che, almeno una volta, hanno accarezzato l’esistenza dell’isola di Po Toi.
Po Toi si rende eterna. Po Toi è inside a body“.
“Abandonment lies in the island of a surrealist self, unable to understand any tangible and previous form of reality, as it is commonly three-dimensional.
Po Toi is the place where everything breaks down from its being time and space and perceptive depth; the soul, during its speculative steps, detaches its shadow from the physicality of its own trap and, in the metaphysical context, belongs more and more to the dream of a painting by Paul Gauguin, where girls adorn with flowers the hypothesis of feeling light the weight of life with all its forms.
It all happens in mind, in another island of mental transposition and, again, past, where the wind becomes synaesthesia of the image of the survivor, who arrived by chance in a world always seen inside a body, but never really realized and structured.
The souls of Po Toi thus rest with the solitude of the island, in peace and forever integrated into its spiritual and material essence.
The paths hide and wind them self through dense shadows and tropical contexts, they signal emergency exit routes for the soul, they go up and down and accompany the visitor along the journey from which he will hardly be able to return.
Po Toi is the context of a man who goes, who touches the wind of the nearby archipelago and flies from his hillock towards the infinity of René Magritte’s pink and metaphysical rock, trapped by his surrealist scenario, like an asteroid in empty space and lost along the Andromeda crossing towards the Milky Way, until his light and silent landing on the Po Toi island.
At the sight of man, the great message about the genetic codes of the expanding universe finds finally his viewer.
The vision resides precisely in the form and in relationship which, although of fantastic nature, in its conception itself finds the basis and roots of the truth, hidden and to be discovered behind the enchanted red door.
The opportunity of the dream through and of the metamorphic sense of the thought in analysis on the impossibility of going beyond its limits, beyond the red enchanted door, in front of the man who passes and wanders, between his existence and that of an afterlife separated from the interspace of the veil so sweetly enchanted, in red passion, red loneliness and red existential, it finds finally an outlet in its being transmitted into spokesperson to the souls who, at least once, have caressed the existence of the Po Toi island.
Po Toi becomes eternal. Po Toi is inside a body“.
Giovanni Paolo Amenta
