14 Monday Jun 2021
Posted in Lighthouse, The Light, Trips
I escape the certified real world as long as I live as a lighthouse keeper, as said Giambattista Vico :
“I persist, lonely and proud, on my adamantine island, far from the noise and confusion of the vulgar” .
11 Friday Jun 2021
Posted in Poetry
For many years I have been searching the far edge of what can be seen
Horizons, anything far away
That distance is the colour of my emotions and desire
The far away where you are not
And where you can never fly to
You never arrive in for the blue world
Some things we have only as long as they remain lost
Some things are not lost only so long as they are distant.
10 Thursday Jun 2021
Posted in INSTRUMENTS
03 Thursday Jun 2021
Posted in Uncategorized
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Everyone wants you to join their cadre of odd fellows or team building activities. Everything around is constantly changing and wants you to engage in the show.
But passivity, individual shame, vulnerability ,solitary contemplation explore the condition of humanity more than the pride of mankind, belonging, balance of power within the group, the hateful, belligerent, modding, exited functioning that give you comfort.
02 Wednesday Jun 2021
Posted in War and peace
“I don’t like watching the show of human lowness, it repulses me sitting like a judge or a spectator, watching men go down the last steps of abjection: I always fear that they turn back and smile at me.”
“I already see my body carried away by people who blaspheme who are angry with me”.
“I invite you to travel in that country that looks so much like you. The languid suns of its clouded skies they have enchantment for my spirit of your eyes when they shine dim.”
31 Monday May 2021
Posted in Art, Uncategorized
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Come, said my Soul
Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)
That should I after death invisibly return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,)
Ever with pleas’d smiles I may keep on,
Ever and ever yet the verses owning — as, first, I here and now,
Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name,
Walt Whitman
23 Sunday May 2021
You were asleep. I wake you.
The vast morning brings the illusion of a beginning.
You had forgotten Virgil. Here are the hexameters.
I bring you many things—
the four Greek elements: earth, water, fire, air;
a single name of a woman;
the friendship of the moon;
the bright colors of the atlas;
forgetting, which purifies;
memory, which chooses and rediscovers;
the habits which help us feel we are immortal;
the sphere and the hands that measure elusive time;
the fragrance of sandalwood;
the doubts that we call, not without some vanity, metaphysics;
the curve of the walking stick the hand anticipates;
the taste of grapes and of honey
Jorge Luis Borges
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20 Thursday May 2021
Posted in Architecture, Sidewalks
Open air highways planning for the future, the deeply paved path with real sidewalks maintain the illusion. Immovable guardians of order, last ramparts, legends and false memories relieve a little of the past. Search for a breach disappeared from the cameras, lost in specialized areas. Slipping through an impenetrable forest.
11 Tuesday May 2021
Posted in Poetry
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Every hug meets a battle
Looking away is no longer new
Conquest puts in pieces
Don’t continue the building
Neither high nor low
Approach the beginnings to their ends
Reduce the sail so that nothing advance
Time is insatiable
Restart
Take a bit of yesterday loss
Disappear behind a summit
10 Monday May 2021
“As someone said to me–I can’t remember now who it was–it is really remarkable that when you wake up in the morning you nearly always find everything in exactly the same place as the evening before. For when asleep and dreaming you are, apparently at least, in an essentially different state from that of wakefulness; and therefore, as that man truly said, it requires enormous presence of mind or rather quickness of wit, when opening your eyes to seize hold as it were of everything in the room at exactly the same place where you had let it go on the previous evening. That was why, he said, the moment of waking up was the riskiest moment of the day. Once that was well over without deflecting you from your orbit, you could take heart of grace for the rest of the day.”
Franz Kafka
Selbstwehr 
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