Monday, September 10, 2012

An inner world without troubles, just the sound of the waves, the blue, and the faraway cry of the seagull, placed on an island, in my heart, within your gaze, I sit here for hours.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

" untitled "

in love with the mystery of connection,
in a desert,
waiting and expecting,
a miracle, a flower,
love and music combined,
to form a new jazz,
a new movement,
before the night falls,
and another
new day begins.

" the magic of breathing"

the color deepens , in intensity,
a syncopated mix
of blue, green and purple,
as if one is drinking
milk and honey,
as if one is consumed
by the ecstasy of
existence, the magic
of breathing .