The hyacinth girl -neither living, nor dead

Being the immediate continuation of “Still life and still death” -with a small gap of four verses… – “You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.” —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my…

Still life and still death

Illustrating old dead roots into the sand – young still flesh; branches and leaves – oddly lightened [Dedicated to the bewitching memory of my sister, who was fond of T. S. Eliot -and entirely inspired by her physical absence nowadays] – What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish?…

Pictures from dreams – ‘Soulshine’ (VII)

It goes without saying that I do not take pictures of my dreams (or anybody’s), nor I am a sleepwalker, maybe capable to handle a camera and shot whatever there is around… Anyway I keep a clear memory of some of my dreamt experiences and visions, and I can draw them and paint them; occasionally,…