the kite is a little liar
she’s told
thought she could fly alone
forgot herself, forgot her ties
knotted in the reality of another
yanked back to the squalor
day after day
fighting her string
reeled in, out
an air fish of copper flame
all that hate below
all that is gold is above
it was always there
the sun can melt clear
the wax off wings
and a gaze can, too
she’s learnt
doubts fry hope
on behalf of the sky
so kiss that eternal sea
in a rain of feathers
and fire
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