possibility opens wider
in memory
in topographical distance
in the ink under those same fingernails
that traced the italics
of your face
the inverted commas of your eyebrows
the scripted L of your nose
those very fingers that parted your beard
into two streets
trying to find the boundaries in poetry
there
where the only spaces
at the time were fractures, and
risking the ink catching fire
igniting nostalgia in those paper dry spaces
I thread the flower through
a yellow dialect
only the sun can speak
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