you can partially open
your book of time
you can regale, recount
but you cannot make anyone
hear the in between stories of you
you can embrace and inhale
the perfume of a beard
you can long for that heartbeat
below the right ear
but you cannot coerce trust
it’s scaffolding is gold
and must hold of its own
you can bathe in the joy of everyday things
in the very now
but you cannot extract unbridled laughter
from a lavastone heart
before it has cooled enough
one day, greyed
punched through with fresh air
and trailing home
light as light
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