Drawing by Yoanna Dudova, 8 years old, in support of protestors in Turkey

Occupy Gezi


A pot and oranges

The Doom of Beauty

"Choice soul, in whom, as in a glass, we see,
Mirrored in thy pure form and delicate,
What beauties heaven and nature can create,
The paragon of all their works to be!
Fair soul, in whom love, pity, piety,
Have found a home, as from thy outward state
We clearly read, and are so rare and great
That they adorn none other like to thee!
Love takes me captive; beauty binds my soul;
Pity and mercy with their gentle eyes
Wake in my heart a hope that cannot cheat.
What law, what destiny, what fell control,
What cruelty, or late or soon, denies
That death should spare perfection so complete?"

The Solitary Man

"He has a scar on his horehead and always sits at the edge.
Even when he is tall, the solitary man is slight."

Big Bird in a Small Cage

"There was a house halfway round the world
And I was invited in for a small taste of gin

There was a hallway a thousand birds long
But the biggest one of all was in a cage too small"


To Build A Home

Invocation of Erato



Passa uma Borboleta

"A butterfly passes in front of me
And for the first time in the universe I notice
That butterflies don’t have color or movement,
Just like flowers don’t have perfume or color.
Color is what has color in a butterfly’s wings.
In a butterfly’s movement the movement is what moves.
Perfume is what has perfume in a flower’s perfume.
A butterfly is only a butterfly
And a flower is only a flower."




Cúbreme por la aurora con un velo


What Kind of Heart


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