In a winter morning
a man walking
reminds the snow
that they are happening.
Psychologists explore behavior and mental processes.
They travel with the mind.
Moon of the day
Moon of the day
Slightly changes and transforms itself.
It blurs, it fades, but it is still there. Beloved.
So precious that it only exists as an image, vertical carpet, father.
So evident, it stays, now not.
Container of machines, container of poetry.
Does it move?
Maybe but, where is it?
Still unknown but so close yet.
Hills of piano notes, mix of glory and perplexity.
It folds on all his faces and then it melts,
like a paper river.
Solid sea. Water bricks.
Lucent, translucent, opaque.
It brings people together as prisoners, as marionettes who always refer to it.
Unconscious but fair.
Mirage of a crossing paths and gestures.
It will never stop hiding.
It lasts for ever, but still it grows fast.
Duplicate of its duplicates,
unique in its circumstances.
mirror of its reflection, moon of the day.
If I were a seagull I would ask myself how it would be if I were a man.
Still, yet, more, again
Sometimes it is good to fuck it up.
In geometry, the tangent line to a plane curve at a given point is the straight line that “just touches” the curve at that point.
Flowers are part of our planet.
Circles mark the life of a tree.
Essepi is the story of a dog and his father.
A snow crystal in summer.
Doubt is a mental state in which the mind remains suspended.
An ice age is a long period of reduction in the temperature of the Earth’s surface and atmosphere.
Daily Mistakes (blue ink)
The spinning top circumnavigates itself and the other objects with no struggle.
Its wandering is perpetual and aimless.
While the world runs counterclockwise it spins on the opposite direction like a time machine.
Daily Mistakes (red ink)
Glass is neither a liquid nor a solid.
Man is neither brain nor soul.