Category Archives: photography is poetry

Dream is collapsing

What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient… highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it’s almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed – fully understood – that sticks; right in there somewhere. (Inception)View full post »

Songs to Berlin

Soon I must leave you, my Berlin. Must again travel into the desolate cities. Soon I shall sit on the distant hill tops. In dense woods carve your name. Farewell, Berlin, with your bold fires. Farewell, your streets full of adventures. Who has known as much as I have of your pain. Saloons, you, I press you to my breast. (Songs To Berlin – Alfred Lichtenstein)View full post »

a rose is a rose is a rose

a rose is a rose is a rose

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” William ShakespeareView full post »

All the stars are a riot of flowers

“If you love a flower which happens to be on a star, it is sweet at night to gaze at the sky. All the stars are a riot of flowers.”  [Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince] Giardini della Landriana, Ardea (Roma).View full post »

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“Nell’occhio inconsapevole di un cucciolo animale, Archivio vivente della Terra, Un battito di ciglia sonnolente racchiude un’esistenza Spazio determinato, costretto dilatabile Spazio determinato, costretto dilatabile mi incanta…” (CSI – A Tratti)View full post »