The river, where life flows
moves away from my being in a whisper oozing from a remote shore;
at night, during the day, the passage from one to the other is
unutterable
inexpressible
ineffable.-How could we stand such a theater?
Art transforms and transfigures reality;
a superior form of language, of thought, a liberty.What is art?
a revolution.
I scream and I protest for a better nest.Life must become art,
the universe is an artistic phenomenon!
colliding galaxies...Poetry begins once we refuse communicability.
Prepare your gaze,
rid yourself of your self;
the light that rains down is coming.Something better, warmer is ready
to be started.
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Raindrops of Reality - [poetry]
PoetryI'm fine. But what does it mean? A phrase said for years but usually meaning a lie. A settlement for how something could be? Or a false testimony for the way that I'm feeling? Raindrops of Reality is a personal collection of poems, with the will to...