how is it like Patagonia... I always think of that
it is because we live under the same blue sky.
It is still unknown remote place, but I feel it through the poet...
That is the synchronous place for me and for you...
poetry in motion
23 Nov, 2009
n°posted at 13:09 PM
29 Dec, 2009
f°posted at 17:45 PM
Clouds err through the sky,
patagonic or japanese.
Nothing more patagonic than cold wind,
nothing more windy than a swift cloud.
21 Jun, 2009
n°posted at 09:11 AM
It is still something that I feel someone's here
Although, it is an uninhabited place
I could imagine a day people worked in this terraced fields here
03 Jul, 2009
f°posted at 10:30 AM
"They say Ulysses, wearied of wonders,
wept with love on seeing Ithaca,
humble and green. Art is that Ithaca,
a green eternity, not wonders."
(Borges, The Art of Poetry")
20 Dec, 2008
f°posted at 06:08 AM
I wonder about these windows,
the people who lives behind them.
Lonely, isolated, primitive...
Maybe they see me as the patchwork.
24 Dec, 2008
n°posted at 11:25 AM
House window is a mind of human
If no window, how emptiness mind!
Maybe they see me as the simplification
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