Nonsense

As beings give birth easily as they die and as the sun rises the sun sets and as the story begins the story ends and as the mind thinks the mind unthinks Let’s say one is lost and one finds one self one day what would be the consequence on the large scheme of creation? […]

dedicated to Pieta

As the nights get shorter and the dreams play along children games i shall speak about love the house is full of fragments of love the tempests of freedom have left over… love is a jewel/ a step/ a station/ a path… knowing that i look in the mirror and the mirror wants […]