Umberto Eco – January 5, 1932 – February 19, 2016.
”To survive, you must tell stories.”
”Captain Cook discovered Australia looking for the Terra Incognita. Christopher Columbus thought he was finding India but discovered America. History is full of events that happened because of an imaginary tale.”
”Creativity can only be anarchic, capitalist, Darwinian.”
”Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.”
Art by Rafal Olbinski.
The night of last
was as charmed as the lust
for balmy winds
awake in the fields,
betrothed with hills
loved by the mere
and the surreal moons
Touching you
with the fire of springs.
Art By Rene Magritte.
Lust = pleasure/inclination/desire
Betrothed= having promised to marry somebody
Mere = a pool or lake.
My blooming chart says Love is not Love
that could not resist the flowers to seed, bloom, bask in the moon, wither in the wind
and wait patiently in the ground more agains than springs…
A picture of the Love that surprises Time by Michael Cheval.
I believe that above everything there hovers a Nebula of love.
And randomly, one builds a stairway to the nebula and starts throwing buckets of love to you.
Because it is sweet and warm, you confuse it with wild rain drops in midsummer or huge snowflakes or just candyfloss.
Whenever I feel the beautiful rain and the snowflakes thawing fire on my cheek, I’ll know you’re there in the nebula, dumping buckets full of love in my head…
Art by Rafal Olbinski.
Iulia Halatz
She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.
“…the desert, where there is the communal book of moonlight. We were among the rumour of wells. In the palace of winds.”
― Michael Ondaatje.
The desert…
Where everything is communal and eternal.
Where every whisper of Love hits
the depth
Of Reason.
Where moonbeams
linger longer
and draw misterious chants
in the sand.
I believe in it.
Painting by Rene Magritte.
Love is pawning your heart
For the trembling sweetness of a memory.
Love is the unnecessary moment
when you see Together…
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Love is imagination
Dancing dragons in the sky…
Love falls down in showers
That autumn rains could not blur.
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Love is painting sunsets
and dreaming at gleaming dawns.
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Love is Eternal
Unicity for One.
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Photo: Bill Flowers
Snakey Night, After Van Gogh.
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Love drips
out of my lines.
There is not ink
But sweetness and joy
protruding in small afternoons
befuddled
in glimpses of light
dancing on leaves
and ruby flowers…
When skies glance
at the coolness of moonshine
and butterflies kept in a dream
smile till dawn,
Do not forget…
As long as you feel
the brush of the evening’s wind
coiling like a wild animal
You are as young as
the new roses this year…
Photo: Artist: HASUI, KAWASE (1883-1957)
Title: NIGHT SCENE AT MIYAJIMA SHRINE
Dated: 1947 “good night”!
We are all fighters in trenches
and bleeders on battlefields.
We are all thinkers
of simplicities and beauties.
We are all carriers
of hopes and smiles.
We are all dreamers
of strange countries
full of secrets and dreams.
We are all lovers
of love and lust.
We are all yearners
for colours and truths.
We are all travelers
amidst unruffled nights
and shimmering fireflies.
We are all…
Sursa foto: Facebook. BY Kobayashi Kiyochika
Fireflies at Ochanomizu.
Ship your love, my love,
And back
You’ll get
The star of stars
The rose of roses
The dream of dreams
The life of lives
You have coveted
for us.
The shadow of a shadow being loved
To the moon and back.
Picture by Frank Wendel.
Love is the fifth season.
It starts in March
With shines of longer days,
guarding the waters more.
It moves along with
greens and joys of May.
It flourishes above the lilacs
And with you I sleep
Amidst lilies-of-the-valley…
It drifts down July dusks
Colored in bluish touches.
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October is the beginning of times
Cutting edges and bringing back
Memories of youth.
Now it is the season to embrace
The truth.
Art by Ivan Tzarevitch.