Night of nights

I had a meeting with Quetzalcoatl and his  penetration in the Underworld through the west door.  A female and a male talking  about their profane and mystical meanings. Black  Sun, maybe. Maybe, a butterfly. Maybe …my… Continue reading

Playing with color

Not any thought today,  not any novel,  not any description.  Just color and image. *** * * * * * * * * *  **** Instead of conclusions:  “People are birds with wings… Continue reading

The way we were

I’ve been planning today to mix business with pleasure, thinking that I’m able to accomplish both fully. But, I probably mistaken in doing it and believing in the perfect match between business and fun. Certainly (or at… Continue reading