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Lure of the sea

There are countless lures in our lives or it may be that our lives are made of lures. Mine is the sea. I hear its song all over the year and like Ulysses’ sailors I am not wise enough to

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Corfiot entrapment

Romania is my country and Corfu is my home island. I am caught in the magic of the island of cypresses, millennia-old olive trees and nymphs. The satyrs are not scarce either, they just resumed human form. If my words

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Lost

The most difficult thing in life is not loss. It is to move on after your heart has left your body. It is to keep breathing with a hole in your chest. It is living on cold embers whilst being

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Love nebula

I believe that above everything there hovers a Nebula of love. And randomly, one builds a stairway to the nebula and starts throwing buckets of love to you. Because it is sweet and warm, you confuse it with wild rain

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Quote

“I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, “Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence

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The poetic trip

The poetic trip that one takes is looking at the moon in laughter through the palms of the palm tree. And the Orion constellation shimmering stars down engulfs you in light. I stop in thought of a better place As

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Winter

Here comes winter Like a wolf breathing snows in the wind. Trees gripped in icicles whine in the moon Carrying souls To the fogs of a disillusioned sun.     Painting by Julius von Klever.  

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She has

She has the moon to see the time… Full moons come and wane. So do us and our time… Pictures by me, by the side of a mountain and the heart of the sea.

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The meaning of the night

As I cannot paint I write about the meaning of the night… And being poor I draw my colours off the shadows in the meadows of Tomorrow. Monsters living in a dream colour touches on my lips passing secrets with

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Biking in the happy city

I come in many shapes, one of them being the “extension” of a two-wheeled vehicle. I am a keen biker and a keen photographer by my phone. Hence the poor quality of my pictures. Cycling is easier without the weight

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