Waiting for The Microscope… You are… A sudden light that fascinates and muddles, that reawakens spirit and common sense, that disturbs them and amazes them. A cloud on the horizon before the storm, a bolt of lightning that blinds, that disappears, and doesn’t stay. Violent thunder before the storm, a strong storm that whistles, freezes, … More In one go… #5
TICK – TOCK – TICK – TOCK The sound of time echoes in the dark room, annoyingly insinuating itself into your thoughts. The night, silent, amplifies its racket. Car headlights not yet asleep create unexpected designs on the walls, curious light games, ephemeral distractions. TICK – TOCK – TICK – TOCK The sound of time … More The Microscope: preview excerpt #3
Waiting for The Microscope… Today slip slowly, slip again. On streets, cars, alleys and mansions; on open umbrellas, dripping street lamps, on people’s heads, and on me. Today fall slowly, fall constantly. Wash away the bad, the emptiness, the freeze, the pain; then clear the head, soul and heart, cancel doubt, incomprehension, error. Today steal … More In one go… #4
Wishing a Happy New Year to you all. A light breeze slips in through the window ajar; the fizzy air of the morning freshens up the room. The white linen curtain, pulled a little to one side to let in a bit of light for you, barely moves. Your brush dances lightly over the canvas … More The Microscope: preview excerpt #2
Wishing a very Merry Christmas to you all… 🙂 (waiting for #TheMicroscope – Some Call It Poetry) An excerpt from the novel Meeting Laura, chapter 4: While it seems that nothing else matters – “Everyone needs a quiet happy place…” Souls celebrating, table set, the kitchen’s warmth, the house full of life and the littlest ones playing. Chatting, food, … More Merry Christmas!
Waiting for The Microscope… Nothingness spreads wide, drying the earth. Slowly colors fade; every leaf falls to the ground. Death. Once that recognized profile is seen, the eye remains ever vigilant. It perceives the presence, the soul, now frozen, still feels Life. (So much so that it almost bothers it.) Why do you ignore me? … More In one go… #2
Waiting for The Microscope… It’s cold. It’s freezing. Inside, outside, around. Deep inside. The way can’t be seen. Lights off and dark. And shadows. Shadows of memories that fill up the brain. They leave the mind breathless, and weigh down the heart. Glass fogged up, ice, wind that strips away the skin and the soul. … More In one go… #1
The fizzy air of the end of August moves the treetops of the spruces, slowly. The smell of wood, forest, resin, and pastures is intense. It’s almost evening, the herds are resting. The last cowbell rings softly in the distance. Filled by the melting glaciers Flowing, unstoppable, to the valley, the river’s thundering is strong. … More The Microscope: preview excerpt #1