I was always present
even when I did not consciously see
The one which reflected
I was always the illusionist
with verve
and missed  that the delusive works, was I
and the reality was a lie created
to hide what was of truth.



In a world of existence

A small wanted to grow
but vanished
in the clouds
did you know my love, my first love
how pain is also present in the silhouette
of a child that is born
without becoming
the bride wants to marry life and see with her own eyes
through tears
a grief of oceans cut ledges
allows the sea-power to rinse
the throws behind the words: it is burning, it is loved, it is created
Remember my memory, it recalls the interior as a habit
sitting quietly
and the body gets used to softly protected teachings
fill your heart, fill your spirit
fill your echo, time stops
the fruit was always the desire
to widen the world.

Mini universe

Who and who doesn’t


Touch me in an interrupted pattern
to find
the way out
quickly as to prevent stagnation
the body moves itself
discuss with your motion a wasted dream of a shadow
Meet it as a close friend
empty and near
as a tone
vibrate, circulate
a mute body is abandoning itself
Daily motivation makes a phrase spin
lost in the skin of a drum
strictly stunned
strong vision
meeting, feeding itself out of the next
in a square which is locked to free
internal battles
engaging the air
like chewing the aroma
of a taste that leaves me.




A fear defeated the sanity that nothing wanted, other than to escape into a space of emptiness

In wonderment over the silence that fell over my bare shoulders
you won
you took yourself there
in agony of an old fear
stubborn as a desire to crack a nut of tough, aged mind
weight of a wind still sleeps in a void
it was the butterfly that won
the debt appeared pale as the nose of a dawning light
and the weight of the forgotten room
you flew freely past.


Nature and Landscapes

When the absence of myself is whispering

Isn’t there a chance for life behind every sleep
doesn’t stars ray like the desire to exist
defeating any resistance with the everlasting peace
when time falls asleep, we are into nothing
in a void when the past sees its future in the solely serene
sleep safely like the small one does.

Cat Photography