not the teller
but the tale
i always remember
the tearing sound
a poem makes
or the rustling of a story’s feathers
before i recall the writer
before the singer, the lilt of voice
that hides my breath behind my teeth
and my brain must work
a series of algorithms
to comprehend why my eyes water
at the use of cobalt and orange so rich
while the artist who thought to pair the two
has cleanly slipped my skin
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY