Descending, Coming close to the water, walking, and feeling the cold on rocky shores. The wind blows, and each step which seems to bring me closer to my destination, stretches a path that unravels treasures yet to be discovered. I look at the rocks, descend, deep down my heart. I …
When you look at the sky She said, What do you see? I don’t know I said, For I do not see. I could say I left a tear, When I gazed at the stars Nothing I would see. No Arrernte, Nuada, Rangi. No dust, not a single goodbye. Just …
There’s at the bottom of the name more than a thousand shames, but no one to blame, no thing to tame. There’s a quietness that endorses the stillness, silences the aloneness; there is a dark marks on a neck, painting time and its futileness. There’s at the bottom ponderous seas …
The day I met you, during a cold night of December. The rain falling from the sky to the window, From my head to my heart, softens my wishes. Let it unfold I said. For more leaves would fall in the winter. For a night where I saw more …
Another moment that passed by, another slice of Eternity. An endless pit at the bottom of the life center, thousands steps in a frozen sea. Another hit for the narrative to unveil perspectives whence my emotions shift, where so much is so little, and where fixture goes adrift. I wonder how hundreds of waves can be contained …
…Those of your breath, those of mine. For the dawn to come and leave in your womb the ink of gestures and evocative words; for you to see the hope of a tomorrow the common will season. For the pangs our distance left, we can perceive the four corners that …
The one step is always nagging me. Everything changes to become the room for my life choices, and I can always see this one last step asking whether or not I should take it. The one step didn’t come here on its own, it is in itself the accretion of everything …
As I was conversationing (this is a neologism) with my friend J., something struck me, something I wasn’t really able to name at the time; something I decided to call the Tightrope syndrome. Some would prefer to call it “balance”, but I do like the word “tightrope” as it inhabits …
Oh My Dear Life is here Life is here… Until I see the seas Until I feel the fields And until I saw the stars Showed you my heart There will be but me I’ll be waiting And I’ll be counting For you to see For me to be …
Rites of passage have existed throughout centuries across many different cultures; it is a ceremony that employs chanting, ordeals, and traditions, and it symbolizes a transition from one state to one another, from on social status to a different one, from one reality to a different reality. The ethnologist Arnold …
