I see them all the time. I do not know them, but I recognize all moves and gestures.
Quick reach into the pocket, as if the keys they grab are the ones leading to freedom…

Flower, thou shine so bright,
can I stay here? For a while?
Just a day, maybe two...

I have met a healer.
‘Have you ever felt strong? Fearless?’ - she asked. ‘No?’
‘Then pin your gaze to the horizon.’ – she said. ‘And start walking…

Every time you think you start fresh, you actually go back to point zero.
You start running the same path over, and over again.
You run like mad on this Platonian treadmill gazing in a hologram of life they want you to buy…

Amongst the dead I walk,
searching for a peace of mind.
Amongst the dead, who as I
used to dream and laugh…

Art is a physical recording of creator’s emotions.
It’s a multisensory language where no word is needed.

I don’t need a pseudonym.
My parents gave me one when I was born.
It’s my name. I am not my name...

I saw her.
She just passed by me.
I saw her black cape, as I was laying down…