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Dreams…

Dreams, dreams around – abounding Assorted, unsorted dreamed dreams Wings flapping, flailing, falling Winged dreams, windy dreams Buffeted by gales,

Mar-i-Age Revisited

Have you ever attempted to snatch a raw instinct from your breast and, ignoring its loud and distinct protests, sprinted

Question!

Young Lion: when will this Sun uncoil your Spring?   Slow Stream: when will this Slope hurry your Step?  

Beauty – What is it?

Is it mathematics? …a consistency in simplicity? …a logic lodged in geometricity?   Is it biology? …a mirror neuron that

The African Hut

An embrace… a cuddle… by the winds of creation of tugul   A defiance… a taming… by time of nature…

Creepy creeping creeper

First, it was his sight Not so much the failing light Just a weakening of the eyelid One morning he

A True Friend Is…

A neuron, an encounter, a recognition then an animation and, perchance, a dance   – before a mirror – to music

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