Edge of the Road

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Dreams, kiss, life, love, road

I was sitting at the edge of the road, when I saw your face on a cloud passing by. Something told me that you where not far away. I searched your words in articles of magazines. Looked for captured moments in precious photos albums.

Found you lingering in the corner of my street. Your eyes said that you were waiting for me. You held my mouth with your kiss as if not wanting me to speak, only your lips made me breathe. Hanged to your tongue as a child to his mother’s breasts. While you pressed my thigh as sea does to land, biting my neck with gentle force as that of a tiger carrying her young.

Fear of the world drifted away,
While our voice had nothing to say.

Fear drifts

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kiss, life, painting, photography, poetry, silence

The bloody birth of Dawn

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Angels, dawn, death, demons, destruction, discovery, Dreams, grief, kiss, life, love, pain, painting, photography, poetry, re-birth, reality

Where shall I search for you?

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Dreams, kiss, life, love

I put my head on the pillow, and feel the total unrest of my body. The fragrance you left behind tells me that you are missing. Where shall I search for you? I drown myself in sheets for the vain attempt to find a position where I can feel your embrace. The earthly smell of fire and soil of your hair drifts me off to a drowsy sleep. To my elation I see a vision of you waiting for me on the other side of a bridge, protruding your hand in longing. Let’s celebrate this night in dream, inebriated with the taste of each other’s sweat.

The Land of Eerie

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ayahuasca, dance, dawn, death, discovery, drugs, kiss, life, love, meditation, Messenger, nature, now, photography, poetry, psychedelic, re-birth, reflection, search, sex, Spirituality, travelling, universe, woman

Do you know the feeling of when entering a cave, while outside the cold wind blows so hard that it tears off your skin – a devilish rupture? The first assimilation of the senses, is the welcoming warm humidity of the cave, a cosines that reminds me of home – the womb. Where all exterior sounds and noises fade in the echoing melody of water droplets falling gracefully to their destiny of rock. Placed myself in the depths of the cave, staring at walls that recited the story written in scars on my own body.

“My my, let us sing this poor boy a lullaby – bye!

Let his sickening anguish,

Through our water perish!

Drink the sour tea,

From the sacred tree.

Chew the hardened root,

In it you’ll find wisdom

– and truth.

With Her kiss, a drunken taste of mint,

She will take you through the labyrinth.

Now! …the puzzled query…

Are you ready for the land of eerie?”

A Place, a Space, with no Face

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kiss, life, love, man, meditation, poetry, re-birth, reflection, sex, Spirituality, universe, woman

There’s a place, a space, with no face – a connection between man and woman, so deep, so innocent, beyond the pleasures of body, where ego can’t even linger in its shadow.

It’s when you share a pair of headphones, while listening to a song, sitting at the shore, observing and listening to the sea as he sculptures the land with his salty waters in the background.
When you kiss the tears coming down from each other’s eyes, holding each other tight. Where the broad shoulder of man has purpose, to hold her head high, to the bluest of skies, while she cries. Together they go revisiting each other’s past and come back as new born children.

“I see the Sun hiding behind clouds, in her morning shyness.
She just woke up and yet She shines bright.
And those comforting words that She whispers to me,
So softly bring tears to my eyes;
“I love you child”
(18,03,2015)