Nimbus clouds menacing the
Western district of the city:
Will it rain, God, will rain?
Waiting for the Elements to
Expose their power:
Exposure that we are, only
Humans.
Nimbus clouds menacing the
Western district of the city:
Will it rain, God, will rain?
Waiting for the Elements to
Expose their power:
Exposure that we are, only
Humans.
Our Japanese Rose is offering me
Some buds …
It’s a blessing from God in the house
Of tough anxiety …
Our Japanese Rose is offering me
Some buds …
It’s a blessing from God in the house
Of tough anxiety …
Cogitation, Poems and Spiritual Belief:
Would rise a soul
To the Skies
Through His gyration?
Cogitation, Poems and Spiritual Belief:
Would rise a soul
To the Skies
Through His gyration?
A Phantom appears
On the book cover:
Don’t deny the Spirits World,
Their appearance will conclude
Anyhow-anyway…
PS: The covers includes
Frozen times of my childhood.
A Phantom appears
On the book cover:
Don’t deny the Spirits World,
Their appearance will conclude
Anyhow-anyway…
PS: The covers includes
Frozen times of my childhood.

The watching “camera”
Recording the vice
Items in “itself”:
Keeping it
“Rightly” balanced
In the daily life of
Murmuring and
Acceptable events.
Inducing slowly the drug of
Appearance
It’s so an easy making;
The Phenomena are
Not showing in itself
Thru the vice glasses:
Instead, the Objective
Is hiding just
In the Cause of the Substances.

The watching “camera”
Recording the vice
Items in “itself”:
Keeping it
“Rightly” balanced
In the daily life of
Murmuring and
Acceptable events.
Inducing slowly the drug of
Appearance
It’s so an easy making;
The Phenomena are
Not showing in itself
Thru the vice glasses:
Instead, the Objective
Is hiding just
In the Cause of the Substances.
A color of Nature entering my
Senses: Orange;
This is granted by the
Sunset immersing
My limited surroundings.
Dark clouds are contrasting
Positively on the skywalk,
In the wait for Creation to soon mix
The entire vista
Into a surreal phenomena.
It distinctively seems
That the everyday reality of
Natural objectivity
Implies impulses beyond our Imagistics.
A color of Nature entering my
Senses: Orange;
This is granted by the
Sunset immersing
My limited surroundings.
Dark clouds are contrasting
Positively on the skywalk,
In the wait for Creation to soon mix
The entire vista
Into a surreal phenomena.
It distinctively seems
That the everyday reality of
Natural objectivity
Implies impulses beyond our Imagistics.
One hundred years depart
These two consciousnesses.
One was so firm on thinking
An exciting philosophical system
So that in the mean-time
A Phenomenon was produced:
Someone who escaped
From all the rigidity
Of the ante-siècle.
Prevailingly, the dream is
Issued by aged Aesthetics.
One hundred years depart
These two consciousnesses.
One was so firm on thinking
An exciting philosophical system
So that in the mean-time
A Phenomenon was produced:
Someone who escaped
From all the rigidity
Of the ante-siècle.
Prevailingly, the dream is
Issued by aged Aesthetics.
Toward the blue North-West,
Travelling exposed clouds are
Expecting to encounter the
Sunset which already
Is marking its imminent presence
In shadowing the facades
Of South orientation:
Awareness of the
Natural contrast in
Our Cardinal directions!
Toward the blue North-West,
Travelling exposed clouds are
Expecting to encounter the
Sunset which already
Is marking its imminent presence
In shadowing the facades
Of South orientation:
Awareness of the
Natural contrast in
Our Cardinal directions!
Waiting and wanting for
Something to happen …
The Sky seems to predict this
By enhancing the shapes
Of his messenger-clouds…
We are trying to
Reverse the process
By aid of our super-computers:
Predicting the “in-sky” mo(ve)ments.
Waiting and wanting for
Something to happen …
The Sky seems to predict this
By enhancing the shapes
Of his messenger-clouds…
We are trying to
Reverse the process
By aid of our super-computers:
Predicting the “in-sky” mo(ve)ments.
Raining: augmenting the
Oak tree in front of my building
With water leaves.
The entire scene:
Impressing the sight
And feelings.
In this era of
Restlessness,
The Rain alone
Is resonating with the
Nature of Souls.
Raining: augmenting the
Oak tree in front of my building
With water leaves.
The entire scene:
Impressing the sight
And feelings.
In this era of
Restlessness,
The Rain alone
Is resonating with the
Nature of Souls.
The assembly goes
Left or right
Upward or downward:
Surprising the Natural
In its artificial arrangement
And also in free exposure,
At different moments in Time
And distinctive states of Mind.
The offered puzzle is
To be deciphered as it is
As a plot of our
Life.
The assembly goes
Left or right
Upward or downward:
Surprising the Natural
In its artificial arrangement
And also in free exposure,
At different moments in Time
And distinctive states of Mind.
The offered puzzle is
To be deciphered as it is
As a plot of our
Life.
All of a sudden
The Sky turned in
Dark Grey:
Changing the ambient
Into a grave
Thought of God.
All of a sudden
The Sky turned in
Dark Grey:
Changing the ambient
Into a grave
Thought of God.
The Locust Tree
Irradiates Violet and Green
Over the entire View.
An unmerciful Sun
Tries to prevail over
The splendor of the Spring’s fruits:
Nature (as Life) wishes sometimes
To be immersed
In halftones.
The Locust Tree
Irradiates Violet and Green
Over the entire View.
An unmerciful Sun
Tries to prevail over
The splendor of the Spring’s fruits:
Nature (as Life) wishes sometimes
To be immersed
In halftones.
So much Green
Interwoven in the background
As an avant-garde establishment!
Again the wonder:
Is this the natural order?
So much Green
Interwoven in the background
As an avant-garde establishment!
Again the wonder:
Is this the natural order?
Reverie on past times
When I was in England:
Encountering a Professor
With a strange obsession
On Purple.
Reverie on past times
When I was in England:
Encountering a Professor
With a strange obsession
On Purple.
Waiting for the season
To be in his rights
Could create anxiety
In Nature and humans as well.
Years to come
Are standing on shelves
Waiting to unleash
Their mysteries
And ablativeness.
Waiting for the season
To be in his rights
Could create anxiety
In Nature and humans as well.
Years to come
Are standing on shelves
Waiting to unleash
Their mysteries
And ablativeness.
Writing something that
Not emanating from myself
But from a different self
In a different plane
Of reality, almost surreal …
Writing something that
Not emanating from myself
But from a different self
In a different plane
Of reality, almost surreal …
Feeling the Earth spirit
For how long?
Enjoying the moments
And matters none of the others ...
Sincerely,
yours
Feeling the Earth spirit
For how long?
Enjoying the moments
And matters none of the others ...
Sincerely,
yours