The Middle Ages of the 21st century

Then, does the silence of fulfilment spread! When the man and the woman lie naked, in the tender embrace of the Gods of Nature - at the very heart of existence - after scorching their flesh of different appearance. Then, are the words of the chants born! When the hymn of the Sun caresses your brain,... Sign in to see full entry.

Are you talking to me about troubles? I'm a pioneer at heart... and a realist in practice. I'm the end result of the centuries, striving in my small circle, dreaming of the unconditional, struggling for the sake of dignity, in the years of the mouse, still searching, still travelling, like a Don... Sign in to see full entry.

Two sides of the same coin, never co-existing, never in parallel use, yet, who cares who's on top, when the value's the same, both occasional and for ever, we count the same, like the Sun and the Moon, accountable to the one and only sky, relentless and tender, for that's the union and that's the... Sign in to see full entry.

Spare me the travel to nowhere, save me from the trouble of my mind defence, naked, like the winter tree trunk, I feel the heat of my nature, I simply receive that of your own, no matter what your masks proclaim, no matter what you choose to show. Spare me the travel to your nowhere, save me from... Sign in to see full entry.

Like a witch in the era of the Popes, dear heart of the shell-fish, daunted and haunted by your own spirits, unable to hush, unable to shout, you secretly wane and wax, in a moonless lifetime with no merits. Like a cry at the age of the deaf, dear child of the starfish, armed and alarmed for the... Sign in to see full entry.