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What if you loved the Earth as if it were your child? What if you loved your Earth the way Continue reading
What if you loved the Earth as if it were your child? What if you loved your Earth the way Continue reading
Then I went under To deep corridors of sleep I trusted you with all my consciousness My breath You watched Continue reading
The library was hanging from the cliffs touched by beaming rays of sun. Heavy with books but void of footsteps Continue reading
When I am broken I gather all those funny shaped, sharp pieces of myself In deep curves Of my heart Continue reading
The night that Michal painted me with Torch light we introduced this daliesque torero. If I were a boy I’d Continue reading
So …Here’s the thing… I don’t live here anymore. I am not a love or work immigrant. I stayed away Continue reading
We live at Piazza Porto. Here often tastes like bitter, lonely, dark espresso. So I have learned to sweeten mornings Continue reading
… was the random carefully abandoned camera on offer from Argos or one of the pack of the disposables. It Continue reading
Just put your foot down woman Seems you were meant for it Never apologise for all the fire in your Continue reading
Stateless Alive and Kicking In full immigrant glory More foreign than before in both my homelands. [Two empire cities -centres Continue reading
You know that point when you surrender to the flow of things you have already set in motion? You catch Continue reading
Google Earth zooms in on a part off the Avenue of the Blossoms. This green gap and breathing space consists Continue reading
The little tree held its curly head proudly above the smaller plants by its roots. It looked almost sidelined sat Continue reading