Intuition is deeply rooted in bodily senses and the creative act always comes back to them.

All around a carousel of hints, among which recognizing connections.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Some air

Throbbing pain
for the nostrils as well as for the chest
hanging till the spasm
in the black
in the void
from a taut piece
of dark plastic.

Dark is the corner
where the tired eyes loiter
begging the friendlier carpet to save them
from dusty, stifling wicker
in a narrow lightless dining-room.


Your Weltanshaung coincides with your way of breathing, Bologna 5th of May 2000, 1 a. m. 

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