This place …

What if you loved the Earth as if it were your child? What if you loved your Earth the way Continue reading →

The place of trust

Then I went under To deep corridors of sleep I trusted you with all my consciousness My breath You watched Continue reading →

The place where you can wear your heart in red

The library was hanging from the cliffs touched by beaming rays of sun. Heavy with books but void of footsteps Continue reading →

Into the Water

When I am broken I gather all those funny shaped, sharp pieces of myself In deep curves Of my heart Continue reading →

David’s night

Torero

The night that Michal painted me with Torch light we introduced this daliesque torero. If I were a boy I’d Continue reading →

I don’t live here anymore (A letter to you)

So …Here’s the thing… I don’t live here anymore. I am not a love or work immigrant. I stayed away Continue reading →

Piazza Porto

We live at Piazza Porto. Here often tastes like bitter, lonely, dark espresso. So I have learned to sweeten mornings Continue reading →