Out of the cache
in the iron of my bed
come legendary creatures
Here
I’m the ghost
& you bring the memories
I read aloud
from our story
sometimes
your mouth is quizzical.
“Did I do that?”
you say
“I don’t remember.”
In such dreams
I am not allowed to fade away
I am forgiven for who I am
In those dreams
we do things we did
& things we didn’t do
You remind me
there’s no time where you are
of course, as soon as I know this
you’ll have to go
& before you can come back
I’ll have to wait until
I un-know it all over again
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