The Descent

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 …

What Do You See?

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 Is…

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

  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 …

Slice of Eternity

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 …

Thunderous sounds…

…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

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 …

The Tightrope Syndrome

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 …

I’ll Be Waiting

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

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 …