I lost my old shadow
in a bet. Too easy
but rather that
than make eye contact
with the illusory
forests near home, though
the beech recount
fewer
follies
here than in hearth-lit places
Now I tow the other
shadow i won
on behalf of someone else’s cast
didn’t think
it could be mine any
more than the last, though
with it’s beechwood glance
it’s clear
it’s become
just so
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