Friday, October 31, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Far and near: Five
A stream of intersecting thoughts
run free
with direction.
run free
with direction.
A.N. Rodriguez
Whispers line the path, so smooth in a sea of pebbles
It’s silent now, a mystery, but full of answers I don't yet know.
It’s silent now, a mystery, but full of answers I don't yet know.
Kristin
the shortest path is seldom a straight line.
A. Chincarini
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Sadness
After these many years
my thirst hasn't been quenched.
We fools,
how happy do we all look
when we believe
we've found a piece of the puzzle.
The fluttering of wings,
a drop of water,
all last longer than a man's dream.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Prelude in B [sharp/flat/logged]
These interludes are meant to be used as background music while reading the blog. At the beginning I tried to match music and images but it didn't turn out to be straightforward, mainly due to my limited knowledge and an incipient decline of my memory. In addition I didn't want to add yet-another-artistic collection, or this blog would soon become very boring and dull.
I'd rather have them break the flow, as interludes should. As for comments, I liked what happened on the first post of this series; I'd wish them to be an open ground, that is not necessarily related to the music or picture posted.
The first two posts were a test for the format and the player. After some trials I think I have found the right balance, which will be effective starting from the next post of this collection.
I'd rather have them break the flow, as interludes should. As for comments, I liked what happened on the first post of this series; I'd wish them to be an open ground, that is not necessarily related to the music or picture posted.
The first two posts were a test for the format and the player. After some trials I think I have found the right balance, which will be effective starting from the next post of this collection.
From Italy with love
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Blind
Not even the leaves' rustle,
not the joyful colors
or the warmth of a sunny day
can turn my mind from you.
not the joyful colors
or the warmth of a sunny day
can turn my mind from you.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Director's cut - Not exactly a spring thought
/ resting alone in a misty sea / the stone is caressed by endless waves / whose existence is but a dream / a play in which my mind / acknowledges its singleness /
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Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Far and near
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Modern temples
The recent break down in world economy, and most noticeably in the American financial market leaves us with many questions and an unusual sense of uncertainty. I am not competent to discuss causes and remedies and I won't therefore provide any insight into this crisis.
We know now our golden temples can easily be shattered by winds of greed, carelessness and impunity.
Civilizations aren't going to last thousands of years as they did in the past. Have we learned the lesson? How many of us do we need to push global consciousness to a higher level?
We know now our golden temples can easily be shattered by winds of greed, carelessness and impunity.
Civilizations aren't going to last thousands of years as they did in the past. Have we learned the lesson? How many of us do we need to push global consciousness to a higher level?
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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