Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Political
D300 - 300 mm, 1/400 sec f/22, ISO 200
Far and misty I found you once
solemn figure, ditched by men
who took an oath
who ride on fears
who sell more lies to uncertain minds.
I wish you well, my distant friend
the silent hope for better times
the quest for change,
the humble strength
are but your robe and standing ground.
Far and misty I found you once
solemn figure, ditched by men
who took an oath
who ride on fears
who sell more lies to uncertain minds.
I wish you well, my distant friend
the silent hope for better times
the quest for change,
the humble strength
are but your robe and standing ground.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Director's cut - Alchemy
/ earth and heaven / this is what remains of the once free spirit / in its involution after the first creation / after the fall into energy and matter / from the deepest recess of its prison / it is rising again / the path of return / the path of life /
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Sunday, September 21, 2008
Coffee
The weather here is more pronouncedly turning to autumn, and I find comfort in usual gestures and rhythms. My morning coffee (+ some milk) is one of those seasonal habits, savored slowly, silently and possibly accompanied by a home made pastry. Among more obvious reactions, smell and taste evoke memories, state of consciousness, perceptions.
While in NYC, I was thinking of all those people swiftly pacing towards their destinations with a mug in their hand, carelessly sipping some overheated liquid, whose many names hardly correspond to a real distinction. That's habit for them too of course and coffee is still a ritual there.
I know "time is money" but a peaceful, relaxed breakfast is priceless.
While in NYC, I was thinking of all those people swiftly pacing towards their destinations with a mug in their hand, carelessly sipping some overheated liquid, whose many names hardly correspond to a real distinction. That's habit for them too of course and coffee is still a ritual there.
I know "time is money" but a peaceful, relaxed breakfast is priceless.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Fire
I need a rest
a pause.
From past mistakes
tangible ghosts,
and a feeble flame
is guiding me along
but I can't say
whether I'm going forward.
a pause.
From past mistakes
tangible ghosts,
and a feeble flame
is guiding me along
but I can't say
whether I'm going forward.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
My mind
Are you happy now,
oh mind,
with my feelings unable to fly
are you satisfied
by the great deception
luring me to think I am you?
Monday, September 8, 2008
Skewed, part II
I am apparently not tuned or synced to the world yet, and I start doubting I'll ever be. Why do we always have to look at the half empty glass? Even when it is not true, an evil force makes the dark outweigh the light in our mind.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Where about this time?
Director's cut - Symmetry
/ perfection is such when it doesn't exists / because it would be static / longing for symmetry displays the true beauty of it / for realization is not a state /
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Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Far and near: Three
Footprints, I trace
I walk
But you are no where in sight.
A.N.Rodriguez
"Be verwe, verwe quiet.
I'm hunting wabbits."
Steps in a muffled worldI'm hunting wabbits."
my memories of you.
Andrea Chincarini
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