Rubik

© Kelly Rosa - [...] Time. Selfish coward, Persistent illusion, Of a surreal reality, A burden for myself [...]

© Kelly Rosa - [...] I’m waiting to put the pieces together, I’m floating in space unsure of where to go. [...]

Dates

2022 - 2024
Author

Kelly Rosa
Locations Netherlands, Apulia

Rubik is an introspective journey, without filters and barriers, through 18 poems written by Giorgia Giannini and 18 photographs taken by Kelly Rosa.

The book reveals the secrets and most vulnerable aspects of a young and fragile soul, aiming to dismantle the negative connotation of feeling complicated. A clouded mind and a beating heart, feelings and memories wash over her like waves. A suffocating and incomprehensible world clutches around her throat, and it is up to her soul to dig deep to find the answers that will allow her to untie that knot.

Here you can find the full version of Rubik.

[...] Time. Selfish coward, Persistent illusion, Of a surreal reality, A burden for myself [...]

[...] We spend a lifetime Looking for, To understand, Who we are, who we really are. And suddenly, There comes that soul, That overwhelms and distorts, Your life. [...]

[...] I’m waiting to put the pieces together, I’m floating in space unsure of where to go. [...]

[...] Absence, Damned distance. His return, So ardently desired, So ardently unrealized. [...]

[...] You hid so deep inside, Buried it somewhere, Locked up in barriers. So much that now you can’t find it anymore. [...]

[...] Your sentences left unfinished and their bond burning forever. [...]

[...] That absence, Leaving you almost breathless, Takes over you. [...]

[...] As much as it hurts, I want to feel anchored to this day, Because tomorrow, I’ll be too scared of waking up, I’ll be too scared of my memories. [...]

[...] Scared. Scared of the past. Scared of her choices. Scared. Scared of change. Scared of her own heart. Scared. [...]

[...] And a lash. All that was left, Of that little game, Between me and you. [...]

[...] That yearning music was able to speak more than we could have ever done [...]

[...] I got it all wrong, as always. I was so good, Mistake after mistake, So small and stubborn. There was no logic, Or maybe yes, That was my logic. [...]

[...] The silence that had more courage than we ever did. [...]

[...] Because to accept means to explain, And explaining means accepting. [...]

[...] But it’s fine, You’ll learn. And you’ve learned well to live with it. [...]

[...] And in your arms, That left no room, For anything. She felt like a glass. [...]

[...] The silence that had more courage than we ever did. [...]

[...] A magnet. That photograph. Just perfectly imperfect. [...]

Rubik by Kelly Rosa

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