What does god think, what does god say, in lonely moments, whose presence does he crave What does he see when he opens his eyes and looks down here. Are we all the same, our dreams his task, our hearts his pain, our sins his fate. How is his house, when is [...]
Whenever it’s cold outside and I feel like a groom with no bride, when words are pieces of a jigsaw and you say the missing ones, whenever I need a shot of altruistic wisdom or a piece of holy bread, when the sound of silence spells out the word friend, you are what I see you [...]
Indiscriminate projections of what has been not quite is, still to be. Fairies of time, foolish directors of an orchestra of whispers, dialogues, screams. Lost souls, past visitors of paradise, travellers of time. They offer you enjoyable visions which disturb your inner steadiness. Your eyes remain closed to the self-imposed reality, while the person [...]
I just found a hole in my pocket I can’t tell how long it’s been there I’ve been dropping love letters, precious stones, coins, bits of paper, telephone numbers, a couple of pens. My last cigarette, a stamp for a letter I haven’t written yet the cork of a bottle I shared with good [...]
Taken at The Serpentine, Hyde Park, London April 2011
‘Life is the nightmare that stops you from sleeping’ said Oscar Wilde, and I must agree this time with the unfathomable mind of the genius as the last few months have put me in some kind of uneasy and almost unpleasant limbo that has prevented me from grabbing the brushes and dressing the naked canvas [...]
