Sunrise

A fresh breeze smooths my wrinkles.   it was that morning of the next day.   (03.1989) * * See another post here: 1). Water- a reflection of itself

Once again

Once, I saw myself  a child. Who knows? The dream might have been true. Another time, I almost grabbed the time by the collar of his coat not knowing if I should be… Continue reading →

Tears

“When banished from the nest of the eternity, the first-man, amazed and thoughtfully passed through the woods or on the fields, tortured him, rebuking him the light, the horizon or clouds – and… Continue reading →