Category: Poetry

  • The City and its Memories

    (part of the image is from the installation by Ian Hamilton Finlay at the Tate Britain)

    It is true that the best things in life are free… However, to enjoy them you need a lot of expensive things: food, shelter, medical care and a half-decent government to ensure that they are not stolen.

  • A journey into winter

    Death affects only the living.

  • Idyll

    Song of Innocence

    The orange light
    of the setting sun:
    it tells everyone
    that the day is done.
    It’s time to unwind,
    set the day apart,
    to empty your mind
    and to fill your heart.

    Song of Experience

    The bloody light
    of the setting sun,
    it tells the night
    that the day is done.
    There is no suspense
    for the die is cast,
    you can drop pretence
    and relax at last.

  • Clockwork

    The world before advertising, when one could still pretend it all made sense…

  • El Sueno de la Razon by Goya

    Congenital stupidity is nothing to be ashamed of, it is not a character flaw, it is a part of the characteristics one is dealt in life, like one’s race and sex and hair colour. On the other hand, wilful stupidity – the conscious refusal to think, to consider alternative ideas, to imagine the lives of others who are different from oneself – is a crime against humanity.

  • Rain

    Today the rain is blue,
    it smells of dying leaves,
    it splashes in itself,
    it plops in drops and drips;

    today the rain is soft;
    today the rain is warm;
    the music of the rain
    gives thought staccato form;

    it washes off the dust,
    it makes the pavement shine;
    the street is flowing past;
    the song of rain is mine!

  • Halloween

    Halloween is the day to face one’s fears.
    Good fairy tales are designed to help you grow up.
    Bad ones are designed for merchandising.

  • Oh to be

    The world sees you in terms of opposites: light and dark, love and hate,
    good and evil…
    and that is how you learn to see yourself.
    You throw yourself from one extreme to another, turning your life into
    tragedy performed in the binary rhythm of a farce;
    you adopt grand poses and build unbelievable justifications, Don Quixote
    fighting conventional windmills…
    How precious then is your reflection in the eyes of a child, where
    values become unimportant
    and you can simply be.

  • Coulrophobia

    Clowns – the soul of the circus.
    Not an act as such – a connection between the worlds.
    They engage our empathy and cruelty, provoke kindness and fear…
    Coulrophobia is translated as “the fear of clowns”, it means “the fear of self”.
    Tell me what makes you laugh and show me who you are.

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