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| laid out in front of me, I hesitated. To be in love you -maybe- need a history or a myth, some common experiences which raise the two people higher. How many times we confuse the dream with the reality� Maybe if we learnt how birds communicate with each other, maybe if we learnt how animals communicate with each other, maybe we would learn how to communicate better. A natural need for expression. Communication. Photography, writing, painting, music, entertainment, intercourse, reason, way of life� and you often need to look at two alive eyes. Now it happens that I have fish in my tank, others have dogs and people, cats, others only people� Most of the scientists, they experiment with nature and the animals from where they get their results� If we only learnt how birds communicate with each other, |
| if we only learnt how animals communicate with each other, maybe we could learn how to communicate better. The young bird heard a familiar encouraging, chirping and it flew away up to the sky. |
| The baby with the blue eyes The dirty children in the swamps and the factories, where mud, cogs and hunger make them even dirtier. The search for a piece of stale bread with empty stomachs in the fog. The dirty, nude children, who smear mud on their bodies, search rubbish bins in the rain. The dogs wander, the children are begging, one girl doesn�t know who to choose from, one guy is driving by in his red cabrio, the chimneys are vomiting pollution, I am dreaming, you are staring into my eyes and you believe me - your beautiful blue eyes, full of insecurity - The rubbish in piles the rubble like streamers left and right of the pavement, |
| lorries start their engines, the children with tears in their eyes, the new born is wailing loudly and it�s voice is piercing my ears. Are you sure you want us to have a baby? |
| Dependence Sitting ,by myself, in the armchair I�m thinking. I sat down not completely alone this time. This time the past has become my companion. The condition of our nerves has started to depend on the condition of our car, our house, the sound of the stereo and our wife if they exist� And not because of the condition of our health, that part of it is our nerves. Today I began to be afraid of the aim of absolute peace. I don�t know why but the idea started to smell like death to me. I decided to borrow inspiration from the past and built the present in front of me, even though it could be late. What do we really only need? �one person� and I get organised. |