(2014)
On a cold, quiet winter night, Under the moon and the twinkling s… Nippy breeze caressing the snow so… When the world already went to bed… In the dark room half lit by the s…
Intrigued by the faces and their f… Inspired by the colours and their… Inscribed sketches of them on the… Inline to the outlines of the colo… Inked and imbued the inlines, in h…
When the oaks turned red When the maples turned yellow, And the willows almost fall asleep… I saw the pines with their cones o… Still green and swaying in the bre…
Bothered by the brightness, Bored with the singing angels, My bewildered soul went to Lord,… May I go and visit your other cre… Lord pondered, and took minutes tw…
Beyond the realms of twin blue str… Lay the vast and deep darkness, Above the sky’s bottom and below t… While the vast darkness above woul… From lack of any pressure,
Broke the doors of glass that are… When I lost the keys made of meta… Left broken and lost, Behind the closed doors of metal, And all I have now are the keys m…
Going round and round in circles, The circle of life is an endless c… A cycle that is played between the… Sometimes the shades of the bright… Into the dark deep abyss of the se…
Wading through the crowded place, In search of a permanent place, Forever presence in an empty space… A place in the mist of estranged g… Deep down in the heart of deceptiv…
The journey of life is one of a ki… It moves forward but leaves the pa… When the caravan walk past the des… The footprints were left on the sa… When the tides ebb the shore,
The difference between a glass and… Is perhaps the same as the distanc… Glass when I frame it over an ima… Mirror when an image forms on its… Former is the way I look into my…
When the winds started breathing c… When the trees shed their green su… When the ground crawled under the… When the geese flee to the souther… As the stars started to show-up ea…
A day in fall, just like another, I stepped out in the gloomy weathe… To stroll around and catch a breat… I passed by the churchyard on my w… And I thought of death as ugly an…
There she goes with grace and eleg… Spinning and gyrating in the ballr… Dancing for the tunes of grandeur… Drawing the fresco of intricate de… But of a limited palette, when onl…
When a layer of dead skin peels aw… I could always see a new layer und… Don’t know when the future has cre… Unseen, but always breathing and l… What I could see now would disapp…
The weight of an anchor on the dec… The pain of baggage in the core of… Whether to carry or let go off the… I remained indecisive, no matter h… If I let go off the anchor,