Urns – Cavas

Uphill and on a slope I travel the diameter of my vital circle. It seemed the best way to follow that straight line unobstructed so straight and perfect point by point projected forward yes a slight descent yes a slope so gentle not steep at all nor rough or suspended the High road of hope the master pathway the chronology that fears deviance at some point I quit that journey time curved and revealed the mirage in a pool of water I reflected my face I saw myself dirty and muddy from rain I saw that the mystery had long absconded that the straight line had been a dead end an illusion a dream distant and faded

Tombstones – Labrum

Water also means equal levels everywhere, equality everywhere, life everywhere. You are the lights we have seen from above in that valley often thick with tears we whispered as you heard the voices in that valley so splendid and ferocious what beautiful lights you are seen from above what screaming voices we hear up above disappointed the touch we do not exist lifeless our limbs for you we are not there difficult to lose sight of them where indecipherable the beginning and the end only in the middle a flower an oversight with rare flashes excessively bordering from here the valley is not tearful at all perhaps more quiet and less of everything

Tombstones – Lacus

Lake transformed from ice or volcano had not appeared then disappeared in immemorial cycle for a human in the same water billions of larvae at the surface of the water endless wings in the water a foundry of billions of scales in multiple species never equal according to thirst according to hunger I lost myself as a child in those reeds then I swam across it as a challenge I smashed the delays the bans and the secrets and learnt to spin around in a vacuum in lakeside time the two of us lived in a time of marshes we went our ways.

Tombstones – Vapor

Nothing disappears, everything is transformed by taking the path of lightness. I decide to be among the loosened earth marked absent from your mystery you evaporated casing of bone reaching the culmination of that path putting a comma in place of a dot to determine the future form and hand myself over to a higher sphere full of light and far from dark from above I see you chosen stone in the meadow green you tell a story no one thinks of a picture bleak it is the happy symbol of my memory of the sweet charm of life that’s past loving loving … loving …. love …. lo ….oo … o

Candles – Flato

when turned off we await being turned on, when on we yearn to be turned off. Feel that breathing in of outdoor air and wind foraging vital elements exhale that air and wind from inside blowing ideas and fervent feelings our bodies wax candles of diverse light and of various colour fueled by an atmosphere of quiet all the flare slowly exhale await unlit to be lit up await lit up yearning to be extinguished first dormant the new surprises deafening note then silent pause vague smoke is printed on the wall before rising to emerge as a symbol pure.

Sacred Space_San Francisco (USA)

Fluo I went back to the origin excluding left and right, planting my feet on the ground and focusing my eyes on the sky. Last dark earth time already gone time for land in peace past poetry days of red embers past madness seen so too I was polished – forged as well on both sides of the river of life whose stream I forged embanked and chased and so they passed me by, checked and chased on the bridge it came to me how all of it flowed all of it rose and flooded and flowed in cycles of water in motions of blood similar fluids in a trace of the sea ocean soul attracted to the sky to return to start and to begin once more the flow of life is a circle.

Private Chapel – Ostuni

Partes When the individual parts come together the end is reached: physical things, alone for too much reality, become a unique symbol. Recovered by now the gashes and the cracks bidden all my farewells and gone beyond my self out of the labyrinth also the last hedgerow the vain illusions I commit to oblivion I dedicate my entire journey to heaven true alliance that rainbow it did not split that veil asunder just blurred the full view over there yonder always partial that narrative prose right left right the martial path scattered tiles the mosaic incomplete in separating the human and the divine remember that nothing disappears when the pendulum ceases to swing