I need the middle land
I need to meet there
my mirror or me
little difference
between the two
we’re all one, behind
fleshed-in fences
fires late in merging
fall in love with voices
first, then eyes
then philosophies
by then, I’m half eaten
filled with the breath
one with the other’s
in the still of a
deep well of nights
when one dreams infinitely
of sphinxes, of sirens
complaint of loneliness
falls finite
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
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