SOLO MAGIA

]]] This is an account of fractions, solved
by MANUEL SANTO and MONALI ROY...

Complicated by two very old owls, Byangoma
/ Byangomi...

The fractions are collected and arranged in
specific forms by BERNARDINO COSTANTINO [[[

.....

INTRO :

MANUEL SANTO ( PORTUGAL)

There's something in the air.

I know that I don't want to be an app (like
social networks are) with a "supposed" miracle vaccine.

 So,
I continue to work in between arts projects with some of the best international
artists that I know of along their astonishing artworks in printed form (with
some work by me on them) to be exhibited or published in books worldwide always
with their permission in the company of my present or past memories in my own
life (because I truly believe that they're the most important thing that we've
as human beings)

MONALI ROY ( INDIA)

- I'm only Monali...

- Not Lisa Mona's alley...

- Whatever you do Man...

- Always google your pen...

- Threading something completely new...

- Atlantis descendant age...

- You do know your own inner pace...

BYANGOMA & BYANGOMI ( Two old owls,
flipped out from Bengali Folklore, who borrowed voice of MANUEL SANTO )

Byangoma > - There's a possibility...

- Memories deep inside a ship...

- Navigating the seas...

- Portuguese arrived towards us not bending
knees...

Byangomi < - It's an uncertain date...

- Flags were late...

- There was an image charade...

- Probable shade...

- Pessoa wasn't in the boat...

- Wore a dust coat...

- Maybe it was Russian's atmosphere...

- Breathing in and out without air...

BERNARDINO COSTANTINO ( ITALY)

- Sure was an Italian subject art matter...

- Where one could actually see a simple
feather...

- Bengali book to be...

- Not forming the sea...

- The personality was thee...

- During a deadly virus shot in the air...

- People's mind was a single sphere...

- Route of spicies...

- Trading in without mices...

- Acting cool...

- Not being a love's fool...

- Being humble's a start...

- Deciphering codes in art...

- It was the bloody math...

- Inside a trending path...

- Boats made of oak...

- Not a joke...

- Goa and Malaca being cities...

- Not entities...

- Portuguese spoken...

- Chords vocals not broken...

FRACTION 1

...

We try to narrate a story, the most
possible way...

OLD OWLS : BYANGOMA / BYANGOMI

Byangoma > - It's the painted veil...

- Not the pace of a snail...

- Hammering a nail...

- Thinking on a book series...

Byangomi < - It's cover not being random
mysteries...

- New Delhi ain't a thorn...

- Us being the newborn...

- There's an app for writers...

- Being ourselves sea sighters...

Byangoma > - I'm sure that we cook with
salt...

- Not drinking malte...

- Billions of people in India as a
country...

- Famine's a bounty...

- Art and culture belongs to our mystical
gods...

Byangomi < - Not being simple obbeying
dogs...

- Aleister Crowley's the fog...

- Thinking about a tender frog...

- There's a cabin with a mask...

- We're up to the task...

....

THE FRACTION ~ 1/4 ~

This is a fractional plot of a girl's Diary

who... settled down in a labyrinth

( As we know how to live upon fractions

we know how to draw the graph of fractional
life..)

The girl, (whose mother used to show her,
how to maintain a Diary of illusion) considered this Diary as written note of
dreams....

Her mother was the Diva of sorrow.

The mother's desire was to die in front of
a river

And her corpse was found within a soggy
tiny apartment of a crowded city... 

The journey of the Diary had started long
before

When, the little girl went through constant
feeling of severe isolation

When her mother was generally absorbed in
love of an other woman

In those days, the girl was the sole
witness of consequences ...

How their home was set on fire

How fairly her mother found shelter in arms
of her aunt, whom she thought, just their family friend or well wisher...

When she was yawning for her mother's love,
two women used to find contentment within each other

The Diary pointed to the fact that,

The girl's loving  Mom and the other lady eventually  became two giant shadows or ropes or snakes

A Black 
and a White  ....

Or, the women....  Black Diva of sorrow & the  White Diva of happiness merge absolutely  ....

The Diary states....

Black Diva and White Diva live together .

One drop blood of Black is mixed with one
drop blood of White and dusk appears in their contaminated confined zone.

Divas whisper : "We can't love any
form of water in saddened mode..."

Black is omnipresent. White is too.

Power of words is consumed by both.

White moves from one hemisphere to another.

She observes thousand of curious eyes

She captures colors and storms.

She estimates how life flows around her
surrounding ..

How death penetrates through happy-hours

The Black , stands straight spreading her
hands

She feels pain of insanity and hunger

She can easily copy

Pain.

Tears.

Hanged humanity.

There are light bearers without warmth or
fire.

There are shadows without voice.

These shadows are hidden behind layer of
stolen faces.

Faces stolen from dead bodies.

Dead bodies are revealing formulae of
standing high and being famous.

Black brings a make-up box, with pastel
color tones to paint each of her wound with different pastel shades

White needs no make up.

Light appears to both ... without any heart
and soul

White and Black  together, may construct a 3 dimensional model

But, 1 dimension (their past) is eaten by
moths and mammoths

So, the script never mind to follow  lust of rest two, fulfilling all desirable
fantasies...

Here, orgasms are sincerely,  plastic.

And, plastic is well consumed by both the
Divas

] End of 1/4 [

....

OLD OWLS : BYANGOMA / BYANGOMI

Byangoma > - No suicidal trick...

- There's a built house brick...

- Never being a trick...

- Ice ain't thick...

Byangomi < - There's a morning greet...

- Candy being sweet...

- And the flags everywhere?

Byangoma > - Commonwealth stoled the
land...

- Blood pressure being nowhere...

- British pirates they were battling men
with their strong hand...

Byangomi < - Bucanneers and baffoons...

- Being marauders loons...

- Covid wasn't there at the time...

Byangoma > - Not in prose or rhyme...

- 46...

- Never thinking on a spoiled mix...

- 2020...

- September and December empty...

- I know what to do...

- You also write something out of the
blue...

Byangomi < - True to me and you...

FRACTION  TWO

OLD OWLS : BYANGOMA / BYANGOMI

Byangoma > - Let's start along...

- Not being alone...

- Food's at home...

- Spicy nice...

- Not rolling dice...

Byangomi < -Vasco da Gama arrived
here...

- It was by the sea...

Byangoma > - Marco Polo walked the
land...

- Italian grabbing it with its left hand...

- Without a bend...

Byangomi < - Maybe lost in the sea
storm...

- Dreams served his purpose alone...

- Back to structural flesh and bone...

- Not depicted in stone...

THE FRACTION ~ 2/4 ~

Though, the girl was always in dilemma 

She could not reach a complete affirmation
or a perfect null point

Her road remained  impossible, since she lost her mother

She walked a half, another half could not
be completed ...

Wherever she stopped, the point became
illusive

Her Diary , again.....

" Before everything was revealed, when
the pieces of flesh were pushing their way out, darkness marked its steps in a
dungeon. A body, a room, a mould of earth and a milky way were mortaged to the
rainbow. As far as the scents of a dressed up corpse go, stairs climb up a host
a liberating seeing souls cleaning up their kitchens, libraries, coffee, and
bar counters. Anyone can be invisible in any way without becoming a mechanized
fossil. Or melancholy. The temperature could gradually fall, within the depths
of a perfectly fit consciousness , as if the pounds of meat culled out without
the skin would hang on to clips forever. Fresh! Neither dust, nor rain, nor
clouds, nor sunshine, nor bacteria. Just magic"

And she felt the magic with sudden
appearance of a stranger in her life...

Or she was an element of shadow

She tried to divide every moment as both
'Yes' and 'No', wiithin any protected space...

Ossilating between a birth or a death

Fixed at a half-life of any struggling
process...

In between exhale and inhale

She recognised  the stranger, as a bridge towards a certain
fantasy, named life....

Her Diary prompted ....

" When speed lost

Time stood still aside

The change was

In environment

In the arrangement of  room

I ignored new sequence of colors

On bed, mirror, chester drawers

A old dark sea walked out from previous
centuries

With increased level of thirst

From an oil-spilled desolate painting,
suspended carelessly near ornamented arch

Enhancing my mood to drown

In painted frame, the sea was not complete
or a dead thing

....It was overflowing

...Gggle...

...."

She barely 
knew her own mind or  the
stranger's

But she 
could not control her dream

Dream of becoming whole....

And the diary wrote....

"...so, we may reach that shelter,
where we sleep without any anxiety or fear of loss! I don't know the
sustainability of this particular phase. But, we all hunt like jackals this
particular feel good state of mind..."

] End of 2/4 [

OLD OWLS : BYANGOMA / BYANGOMI

Byangomi < -  It's the Ganges river...

- People don't shiver...

- It's Buddha's temple dome...

- Aching for time being done...

Byangoma > - Christ being a lie...

- Tales of people passing by...

Byangomi < - Portuguese blood is India's
flood...

- Today's our DNA...

- Is composed also by you at bay...

Byangoma > - And it's Daria inside a
spell...

- Loving a guy named Manuel...

.....

FRACTION THREE

We may narrate a moon shaped love story on
an open terrace... but the situation, self triggered towards  a closed wall

OLD OWLS : BYANGOMA / BYANGOMI

Byangomi < - There's something inside
you...

- Knowing that Ganges don't shiver...

- Our love never being new...

- It's the prettiest city in the
world's  river...

Byangoma > - Let's go a bit back...

- A minute ago whispering I was...

- It wasn't world history...

- Being us...

- Inside our love story with glory...

- You always act like this...

Byangomi < -There's my heart...

- A soft bliss...

- Being a start...

- Manipuleting a draft...

- This was act...

- Joyful handcraft...

Byangoma > - Our souls clean...

- This is fact...

- Not inside a tiny little dream...

- Forty six and two...

- Reality being more than a scream...

- Just me and you...

THE FRACTION ~ 3/4 ~

This part is quite common and
expected.....the girl met the boy Manuel 
and both started chirping like old owls... themselves

....

Girl < - The morning fog made me very
upset ...

Manuel > - Don’t you like fog? I like it
a lot... gives me a mystic feeling. Of course, if i have to work, i get very
angry ...

Girl < - 
The fog ruins my day ...

Manuel > - It happens to me when it
rains ...

...

There was a time which was not killed by
hours and minutes....

The time without any boundary

The time, which can grow from any point or
move any direction....

Girl < - When it rains in Delhi, I feel
very lonely but rain in Kolkata is 
beautiful!

Manuel > - I enjoyed September rain in
Porto.. i loved the water fall on leaves...as if watching rain was more
considerable than University - lectures

Girl < - Overnight rain also has a
different sensation  ...

Manuel > -Oh! The  sound 
makes me  crazy

.....

And the girl used to interact the boy
frequently

Without any logic /cause / intension....

Girl < - Or if there was no fire the
carbon count would not increase.... Seen that way, if there were no wheels,
there would be no pollution ...

Manuel > - Pollution from the wheel? How
come!  Motor car, fossil fuel?

Girl < - 
I have omitted  many steps ....And
if we had stayed like apes, we would not have been raped ...

Manuel > - Happened.  Rape happens in elephants and lions ...

Girl < - Proof?

....

With time, elements face changes...

Logic / cause / intension move upward to
form froth....

The time tries to cope up with the place,
exactly where it is .....

Less wait, less dream, less illusion, less
dilemma...

Manuel > - Time is too short in movies
of Vincent's  and  too much of sky ...

Girl < - Yes, in  'Dreams' ...?

Manuel > - After Vincent's death,
someone is rediscovering him - going to Earl....

It's true, touch has it's own memory!

The day with scorching sunlight and the
night with its horror push the time more and more towards touchable reality....

Manuel > - However, the favour towards
those who lose in life, i mean the common people ...

Girl < - There are very few people who
have just won ...

Manuel > - Because statistically almost
everyone is a loser . So it is easy to relate ...

....

Time thinks, happiness or unhappiness is
not in the mirror, it's in mind...

....

Manuel > - I still don't know what to
do, to be happy ...

Girl < - I assume, being happy is an
ideal mind-set. Which never happens

...

And the clock has started killing itself
with minutes and hours....

Manuel > - I will wait, for you

Girl < - No, You, wouldn’t . You  must engage in your dream involving many
people...

Manuel > - It's not so simple

Girl < - We were together a part of time
.... Isn't it enough ???

Manuel > - Yes, yes. I said, already....

.....

"To see a world in a grain of sand

And heaven in a wild flower

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand

And eternity in an hour"

..... 

Girl < - My packing, started....the
leave is now in the sun shine.....  But
it's raining inside...

Manuel > - Womb is crying!

Girl < - Ah! Yes

Manuel > -  I think, my womb is also crying!! 

Girl < - Hee hee ..

Manuel > -I'm a little melo ..

Girl < -Then, go, change your mood!  You crazy! 

Manuel > - Kisses...

] End of 3/4 [

OLD OWLS : BYANGOMA / BYANGOMI

Byangoma > - The newspaper being
there...

- Art's us...

- Fruits on the biosphere...

- No fuss...

Byangomi < - Loving you is loving me...

- In the night...

- Utmost at peace with thee...

- Our stunning sight...

- With you I never know...

- There're words might...

Byangoma > -  Fishing you with my arrow and bow...

- Staring at the light...

- You know...

- There's again...

- Our hearts together without disdain..

- Who's to blame?

Byangomi < - Ganesh God...

- Not a game...

- Jumping as a frog...

- Our bodies together also are...

Byangoma > - Tying a seaman's knot...

- Marvelling a comet (not a star)

- Noticed the flavours of our bubblegum...

- Curry's road never far...

- Together listening to the sound of a  drum...

- Spicies nice...

- Love you and you know...

....

FRACTION FOUR

OLD OWLS : BYANGOMA / BYANGOMI

Byangoma > - Kissing your lips...

- There's our backpack...

Byangomi < - Drinking to our feats...

- Cooked us rice...

Byangoma > - Life ain't a show...

- Planet moved...

- We always go with or without snow..

Byangomi < - Being ourselves in the
mood...

Byangoma > - Delhi, New...

- Me and you...

- Invicta act...

Byangomi < - Always bold and true...

- No sweat...

NOT FRACTION ~ 4/4 ~

He says, 'It's not that I like ice

Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.

It's just sometimes it's kind of nice

To be the only bird in town.'

....

The girl returns to that small apartment

Which is full of memoirs, her mother left

Since, the excitement of life does not
subside

Since, apparently there is no end of
time  

A point of return appears to complete the
girl's journey.....

The apartment, the city, the torn love or
hate stories from her memory knock at once, on surface....

She is supposed to move back to her old
form

To the same black and white checkers
board...

Towards the maze of bricks

The Diary says,  " I am in inertia of fractionalized
illusions

Which are missing particles of a whole
dream

Nice, loving, provocative but almost beyond
reach ... as the blue moon"

She whispers " The new time in the old
space may bring new hope

After all, the lost is lost

The gained is gained "

It seems, the  abandoned city, the forgotten walls,  the wait... paint every corner with color of
intoxication, pretense,  negligence or
something else....

Somehow, she sense the same gloom of
unbearable wait,  what infected her
mother, once upon a time!

She thinks, death was like a bliss over
stagged thoghts

Atleast death brought freedom to that  old lady, 
whose waiting for a river grown uncanny, over time

....

For Manuel, emptiness is transformed
to  blood and flesh

Absurdity moves towards  anoint actions with flowers or swords ( he is
not sure....)

For him, this is the time to find new
destination with same old heart....

And he gains the disease from the girl

He starts maintaining  document of words....

Which says,

" Its of no use

to argue with you

you recognise

a flower, as flower

air, as air

sky, as sky

land, as land

light, as light...

the day, you feel

the scope of

sky

earth

breeze

waves

flame

within a flower...

we will meet again

to end up

the argument"

He believes, life is the name of letting
go....

And, the words, once written are great
relief of scattered mind....

His days are captured in tight schedules

Nights with friends and  merriments ...

Weekends are in adventures

And sometime, his mind keeps scribbling
... 

"When i welcome you, in my room, on my
bed, within me....  As if, i have
welcomed  river, sky, trees, birds! As
if, all have come inside me....  Even
those stars, come down!

It’s true;

I can’t hold a piece of land

As so costly

I can hold entire sky within me

I fight till end

To get back my share of sky"

....

] End of 4/4 [

OLD OWLS : BYANGOMA / BYANGOMI

Byangomi < - Never being lost at all...

- Heard our nature's call...

Byangoma > - People say that we a cool
couple are...

- Neither tall, nor small...

Byangomi < - We smile not knowing where
we're...

- Never simply staring at our house wall...

Byangoma > - Time inside our chests that
beat...

- Neither away, nor far...

- Without trick or treat...

Byangomi < - Hair being our
atmosphere...

- We're what we meet...

- A deer embracing a bear...

Byangoma > - Our love always sweet...

- No time to spare...

Byangomi < - A simple greet...

- Suddenly we're EVERYWHERE...

[ " Our story is over

With spinach's foreclosure " ]