“Ideas come and go, stories stay.”
-Nassim Nicholas Taleb

ArtStory by Harald Sohlberg.
Labyrinth is called
The love
outstretching and unending
like the gusts
of fadeless despair…
Against the mild dews
in pure mornings.
Tomorrows spread
and dawn always
Whilst the scent of your
Love is immortal.
Love is not love
if created in a feeling
of today.

Art – Joaquim Mir – The Labyrinth.
You’re my flame…
in the pitch-dark monster lair
and beacon in eery glares of ugly nights.
You are never away…
You are always in the array
of blooming next day.
Sometimes I do prey
other flames gleaming
But I am just dreaming
at the same organ of fire…
…”The heart is an organ of fire.” – Michael Ondaatje, The English patient.

Art by the amazing Rafal Olbinski.
The story in the beginning
is always hard…
Then you cannot escape it.
It coils around you deeper and deeper
and burns with words
Unwritten.
……………………………………………………
I met him one shiny wintry day
My heart was as confused as the weather….

Art by Ivan Fedorovich Choultsé (1877 – 1932).
In April, when trees are getting green
I’ll try and tell you what I mean.
On April first
I go berserk
As I choke
Upon a good old joke.
But I’m not daft
And so…I laugh!

Art by Daniel F. Gerhartz.
3D words are for when
the times are insane
and I proclame
I need one more picture
to show the same
love and patience
and yearn…
Given:

Greenway = a belt of parks or rural land surrounding a town or city.
I wish you for today
To go astray
In a beautiful array
Of magnificent greenway.

“Love is just a trick…”
If so, it works. Love made me cycle in the cold to visit the beautiful trees of Spring.
Out of love for Spring and Vincent:
“The common idea that success spoils people by making them vain, egotistical and self-complacent is erroneous; on the contrary, it makes them, for the most part, humble, tolerant and kind. Failure makes people bitter and cruel.”
– W. Somerset Maugham
As for me, success is tiptoeing to where you can touch the stars and the moon.

Art by Rafal Olbinski.