Who am I?
Am I reflections of the world or the mirrors reflecting it?
Where do I begin?
What is inside and what is outside?
Inside and outside of what?
There is no one answering.
I hope there is someone asking.
Category: Poetry
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Self-portrait
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Twilight kiss
The wind of time is getting stronger.
It blows through the layers of defence
and chills me to the bone.
Hold me tight
against the wind,
against the tide of time,
against the world.
Fill up my field of vision with your face,
block out every sound with your whisper,
and every taste – with kisses.
Let’s pretend. -
Maya
Observation changes the event,
expression changes the thought
but the event does not exist without observation and thought – without expression.
Observation is an integral part of an event, as language is of thought,
they give them their shape.
Good and evil,
mind and body,
love and hate –
they are just words
simplifying the complexity of experience into language.
And yet they determine who we are and what we do. -
On salesmanship
Those who declare blind faith to be a virtue are probably trying to sell you crap. Those who also declare cynicism a sin probably know that they are trying to sell you crap. -
The burial of an age
Every right comes with an attendant responsibility. People who don’t understand it never grow up. Nations that don’t incorporate it into their cultures decay and deteriorate.
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Mirror of history
Fame and glory –
a house of cards, built on our dreams;
as the dreams metamorphose with new generations,
the foundation is lost,
the eternal glory that seemed immutable becomes muted,
as it slowly fades into a dusty reflection,
into self-indulgent nostalgia for a gilded illusion,
slightly embarrassing but precious, as an old teddy bear…
Rest in peace and good riddance.
